accidents happen in slow motion.
its almost as if i can see it happening again. very clearly i remember a voice from inside, warning, "don't board this bus. there's a next one 10 minutes later. not this one. look, it's already moving." ignored it.
as in a slow motion now, i can see me running two light steps. then grabbing the side rails. i can see the footboard on which i'm to put my right foot. now i see the blue tee-shirt man who has not given me space to put that foot. then the ground moving beneath. don't like this feeling clouding in.
crash. tumble. blank.
the next thing i realise, "am on ground." on the left knee and elbow.
and one word.