A petite woman, wrapped in a faded cloak, could hardly stand upright, clinging to the bar. His threadbare tote swayed to the rhythm of the tremors. She remained silent, resisting with dignity.
The man behind the wheel was losing patience.
"Did you hear me?" Out! This bus is not a living room for the elderly!
No passengers intervened. Some looked away, others plunged their noses into their phones or gazed at the drops on the windows. A teenage girl by the window bit her lower lip. A middle-aged man frowned, but remained silent.
A few words that changed everything
