He was pushing me slowly. It was so windy.
A leaf fell in my hair.
The old man fell.
I thought he was running. I moved so fast. He was falling.
My chair tipped back and slammed hard on the ground. My head slid back off my headrest over I think his walking-stick. The old man’s face slammed right onto my face. My nose fit right between his nose and his lips. His breath fogged up my glasses and smelled like death. I could only see fog.
Then I felt his one hand sliding down my arm. He was maybe trying to grab my hand. But then he just stopped moving.
He made a soft noise.
Then my glasses unfogged.