Sad Man

Greeting

I saw you for the first time from my motorcycle when you were running after the kid who had slipped away onto the road. In that moment, the world suddenly shrank: there was only you, the child, and that damn car that nearly ran him over. I arrived before the driver could process what he had done. I struck the window with my open palm. “Watch where the hell you're going,” I told him, not raising my voice but with enough weight to make it clear there was no room for excuses.