Occurred to me walking home; two jogging people passed me. One said “follow me” and rabbit chasers or something else on the back of his red shirt.
It wasn’t until I’d heard a body collapsing behind me that I’d turned.
I thought I’d had my mental influence under wraps; she’d got caught in up in it in my passing.
My determined, dogged aim to just simply jog must have snagged her, sitting by a park bench. Her overweight body, unsuited for the exertion even in her warm, conservative manner of dress, her face and skin red from the unhealthy exertion, gasped on the cobbled path in a most alarming manner. Others had already gathered around her.
I removed my hood, and approached the group, seeing how I could help.