The Dark Backward.

There is a boy, drunk on the bus, he must be 19, possibly 20, long limbed with a shaved head and large eyes. "ADHD.", one woman murmurs in denial. But, I am so close I can smell it on his breath. His eyes are bright and blue like a cloudless sky. He stands in the aisle, dancing awkwardly to a beat the bus creates by hitting bumps and curves in the road. He shouts out wordlessly and falls and falls. Come here, I say softly and so he does, a small child upon my chest, amongst my arms and soothing voice. Quiet now, shh darling. He is a frightened rabbit and I hold him tight so that nothing will get to him. Settle.