He lumbered down the aisle, loosely grasping the handrails. He barely had a free hand between his cane and his shopping bag, making any effort at balancing himself a tortured exchange. As the bus kicked up and lurched uphill, he was thrown back, launching him into the direction he was going except he was facing the other way.
He fell hard on his back, his head smacking the bus's hard, black rubber floor. His grubby Vietnam Veteran cap landed on an old white woman with a tidy look. Everyone knew he would fall.
HE lay there for a second, prostrate but lucid. He didn't reach out first.
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