I had tripped and slipped over a stone . I was sitting on a concrete floor, a floor so hard and concrete that made you colder, I sat there with minute scratches on my elbow and other places and a heavily bleeding knee. I sat there crying for help and watched a truck loads of people pass by me . People of different colors, genders, age groups , some with files in their hands, mother’s with strollers in one hand and bags in the other, some people wandering here and there with guide maps looking lost and confused, tourists maybe. A group of teens extremely overjoyed as they seemed tossing a ball over each other. Everyone in a hurry heading to their destination barely noticing my highlighted knee. I never felt so lonely in a place full of crowd that was void of turning their pupils a little away from where they wanted to go. In the meanwhile, a little boy with a face that appeared to me unwashed and quite unkept and slight scratches on his half torn schoolbag came up to me and asked if I needed water to wash my wound. Exactly the moment, I woke up from my dream with a sudden stroke.
I failed to make out what bled more, My knee or my heart ? 😌
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