The old man coughed thickly you could almost see the shrivelled mucus-filled lungs popping out his mouthHe stood before his stop staggered swung handhold to handhold in the g-forces
He stepped off calling out "Thank-you!"
But we hadn't even applauded.
© 1985 Graham P. Collins.
Reprinted from Ten Consenting Adults, Canterbury University Writers' Group (1985).
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