The Crawl Through Indifference
She drew a shaky breath, summoned her strength, and began to crawl. One palm slid across the cold tiles, the other groped for her cane. Each breath rasped through her chest. The store seemed to hold its breath around that tiny, stubborn courage—her alone on the gleaming floor, inching forward toward safety.
A teenager lifted his phone to record. Others sidestepped, as if avoiding a spill. Eyes darted away. Faces held a mix of pity, discomfort, and indecision.
