A paved sidewalk. Every brick and every small stone stacked into them. The bright puddles after last rain and the motes floating in the water. The rubber wheels of the car parked at the curb. The shoes of pedestrians passing over beside – thick-soled boots and high-heel shoes and sportive kegs and child's sandals. There's elegant trousers and practical jeans and skirts and Bermudez. Neat steps and senile shuffling. The dog lifting its leg to the lamppost and another one. The mouse with a small piece of pizza popping bravely between the feet of hurried people.
It's raining again. The feet sloshing by puddles and the drops splattering on the sidewalk. The cars splashing away the water...
Everything looks like a TV-box turned on its side. Water streams from left to right. The sidewalk’s bricks pressing against the cheek...
'Can I help you? How long have you been lying here? Let's stand up... There is the bench... Sit down, please... the way... Is it better? An ambulance... It's coming now... How fast they answered the call! It's a miracle!'
2017y.