Mark didn't move. The words from the man he had once trampled on pierced his chest like hot, rusty nails. He could only stare at the asphalt of the road, accepting those curses as part of the universe's punishment that he had to swallow whole, with no right to defend himself.
The middle-aged man snorted harshly, turning away with a deliberate stomp of his foot to sound indifferent. He walked away from Mark, intending to forget everything that had just happened.
However, after walking only a few meters along the bridge sidewalk, his pace gradually slowed until he finally came to a complete stop beneath the dim, flickering streetlight.
