Today on the tram something a little bit sad and pathetic happened. A man boarded the tram in the middle and walked right up to the front to sit down at the please make this seat available for people who really need to sit down spot. You know for Nannas and pregnant ladies and stuff. His seat is just in front of mine. He sits facing to the right, I am facing forwards. So he is in my direct line of vision. The man has a long beard, but not the hipster kind. He wears a bucket hat, a flannelette shirt with holes at the elbows, and over the top of that, he wears a long yellow cotton dress. His skin is covered in dirt, and his hand has a cut that has bled, dripped down his hand a little bit, and the blood had started to dry. The wound is open, not deep, the blood is bright red. Mine is the next stop. He notices the line of blood on his hand and starts to try and rub it away. He is neither gentle nor careful and is also rubbing at the open cut. Im 1 minute away from my stop. The story has pictures now, so youll have to read the rest on the blog: saintdamascus.blogspot.au/2014/10/the-lady-and-tram-bleeding-man.html
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 02:19:59 +0000
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