An Old Man's View

The sound of a car honking and a tire rubbing against the road brought him back to the world. He quickly looked at the angry driver staring at him and crossed the street as quickly as his old legs would carry him. As he reached the bus stop he stared at the empty bench in front of him, a coldness came over him as if there was a violent wind pushing through him. The bench was black and cold and a little broken around the edges. He stared at the bench, feeling as if it too had gone through what he had. Finally he decided to sit on the bench and as he did he felt a twist in his chest, his heart beating fast; it was hard to breath. Suddenly he heard a loud woosh as the doors of the bus opened. He sat there staring at the doors. The bus driver looked at him and asked. "Are you getting on?" He said nothing, only looked at him and wondered how could he possibly not know? The bus driver then decided to leave him on the bench and drove away. He felt alone and lost, like the bus driver had left his life too. As if everyone would leave him now. He sat on the bench for hours, cold and helpless. He stared at the busy cars in front of him, wondering how life could go on. And as bus after bus came and went, he sank deeper into despair and grief.