Perhaps
I laid, with chin on the pavement. Time froze.
My trolley got caught on the handrail.
Had I loaded it wrongly? Was it too fast a turn?
I struggled up and sat on the pavement,
Among scattered backpack and trolley and boxes.
Time froze. A few passers-by. All hurried on.
I got up. And saw blood stains on the pavement.
Perhaps they were all afraid of blood?
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電光火石一瞬間，飛出行人路，
下巴著地，嗡的一聲，數分鐘，時光凝住。
拾回眼鏡，呆坐地上，數分鐘，時光凝住。
商場熟食檔有人，行人路上也有人。
但無人發現地上有人。
每個行人都很專注。
還是他們都怕血？
FM:)
♥♥
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