First contact

Here’s the picture again:

Sometimes what the old ones missed was slap-in-the-face obvious to the young. I’d made it all the way to the end without being noticed. Only one foot needed ground-contact to complete the transition.

That boy knew. He presented a problem and I knew the solution, but first things first.

The conductor reached for the hand.

“Thank you,” I said, emulating the female ones who’d disembarked ahead of me.   It would get easier to remember what to do as time passed, but for now every tiny detail was laborious. The body would begin to obey. Now that I’d found the ground.