June 15, 2011

The hustle and bustle of the evening’s pedestrian traffic strolls on by the collapsed form. Some people see her, but turn away. Some people talk to their companion as they walk by. No one helps. No one stops to check on her. She leans forward on her hands. Her body …

She grasps on to the railing of the stairs. Her fingers tremble as she uses all her strength to keep herself up. She’s never heard anything so awful in her life. She has no idea what to say or where to go. She finds herself riveted to the spot. “I…”, …