Consciousness

I fear the worst, another attack and me...me in the middle of it.

As I open my eyes I'm lying on the pavement. People standing around staring at me. I hate it when they stare..... They ask if I'm ok but I know they just feel obligated to do so. I climb unassisted into my wheelchair and thank them. I hope they know I don't mean it either.

I escape the scene as fast as possible as all good Londoners do when they've embarrassed themselves in public.

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