Written as part of a challenge called Saturday Mix, details are available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/01/14/saturday-mix-january-14-2016/
There was a time I felt powerless. Life bound me like Jacob Marley’s chain. My own hand forged my paralysis. My hand searches my brain for the key. There is no Christmas goose to buy for the local cripple.
I look at my surrounds. Alien. As if dropped off here, I would ask for help. Really. This time, I need the help. We all have puzzle pieces to find a place for. I know few things. I look down the tracks. One thing is clear. It’s 2:05PM.
I’m blinded with a flash. My head hurts briefly.
The 515 reaches Oakland platform a tad late. The blood on the tracks, my only sign of me now.