Shaken Up

Shaken

The short, thin man stood up. He opened his mouth. “My Lord, please help!  It hurts!” His knees shook; he sat down on the concrete seat. He held on to his head with both hands.  From out of nowhere, a young man approached him. The man looked up and reached into his pocket. “I’ll bring the ATM card and give you a dollar,” he told him.

 

 

 

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