The small old man

On the way back from an amazing lunch with my fella soaking up what winter sun there was, I saw two people ahead of me.
I couldn't see much but I could see that they weren't quite sitting right, their legs were at the wrong angles and they were bent backwards as if they were about to lie down.
I wondered if everything was ok but then went straight on to thinking about something else.
As I walked past I saw that one was a big man and the other was a small old man with his eyes closed.
I didn't think that the big man seemed too worried.

I kept walking.

As I took another step I realised that the small old man was not ok.
He wasn't just lying down.
Small old men do not lie down in the bark for fun.

But I kept walking.

As I walked into work I wondered if the small old man was dead.
I felt sick and revolted by myself.

I sat down at my desk and chose to think about work and cute baby animals.
Don't upset yourself, I thought.

Then someone came in and said an old man had collapsed outside, he couldn't breathe, it was probably a heart attack.People from my work had taken blankets and pillows to 'keep him comfortable'.
Then I heard the sirens.
An ambulance, 2 cars with flashing lights and a fire engine were right outside my window, 2 floors down,  and then there was just an ambulance.
 I thought about the small old  man, my dad and his heart, I thought about myself and my heart, I thought about how I just kept walking.