The Rain
wo billion people stood out in the rain with no hats, newspapers or
umbrellas to cover their heads, they were all praying to catch the
common cold today.
Only one white, well-dressed man, stood under a bus stop shelter, reading the last article in Time Magazine with the wilted-face of Ted Kennedy on the cover, which described the artificial toying of an adenovirus strain that could wipe out malignant tumors. His face wore a heavy sadness and the water on his face wasn�t the rain. The man closed the magazine and stepped in front of the Falls Church bus and splattered across Lee Highway.
The bus driver said the word �shit� and all the soak and wet passengers had dropped jaws planted firmly on their faces. The man bled and bled and bled. A pool of blood formed around the man and seeped red all over him.
The bus driver, passengers, nor the bus, moved to see if they could help the bleeding man who had golden glossy eyes, wet dark hair, a thousand dollar Pierre Cardan beige suit, and a real Rolex that still kept good time. In his open right palm was an expensive woman�s diamond pendant with the name Katy engraved into it.
A minute went by and so did an elderly man casually walking his two-tone Corgie for its daily purge. Both were open-jawed, staring at the dead man who was half exposed from under the six tons of metro steel and two tons of citizen flesh.
�Isn�t that a pretty diamond pendant, Maxie?� said the elderly man to his medium -sized dog.
Blood-filled raindrops trickled down the injured man�s forehead, between his open and unmoving eyes, and finally soaking into his once-was-white collar. The man did not move, breathe, gasp, or blink an eye, just lied there staring up at the charcoal sky on a dreary, wet, Monday morning.
Moving slowly, in the fast-traffic-lane, a blue and white Falls Church City police cruiser rolls past the bus and bleeding man. The officers looked with open-jaws and they did not flinch an eye; they never stopped, never looked backed, and kept on rolling towards the West end of town where the Sun use to set ten years ago.
Across the street, in front of a mini-mart, an old man stood in the rain without an umbrella but wore a red beanie with an embroidered yellow Star of David patch on the front, and was eating a half-frozen pork burrito, and staring a the accident with open jaws with food intact and non-blinking eyes. A young black boy on a moto-cross bike passed by him; staring at the old man and then stared at the injured man.
Back of the bus, a woman cried out, �I can�t take it anymore!�
A giant black cockroach had crawled up her red and white dress and frightened her and taken motionless refuge under her chin. Her jaws were open wide and she stared at a black man who sat across her, who was staring back with open-jaws. Neither one blinked, breathed or moved, both just thought about the giant black cockroach under her chin.
�Lee�s Corner, next stop!� yelled the bus driver.
The bus moved ahead forward with a thumping sound and then another thumping sound and then another thumping sound and then another thumping sound.
The passengers sat, stared out into the lazy, wet, an dreary town of Falls Church, and no one appeared to be in a talkative mood or brought up last night�s Redskin game, or asked directions on how to get to Springfield Mall. They all sat and stared and forgot about the injured bleeding man that the bus had just ran over.
Several hours went by and the rain was still falling, and the body of the white man was in scattered little pieces all over Lee�s Highway, and in the gutter drains, and by the city sign postings, and in the mini-mart parking lot, and on the sidewalks by Lee Highway. The bloody pool no longer existed where the man had died, just the diamond pendent lying in the middle of the road and the cars passed over it without harming it.
Still standing, was the old man, with a yellow Star of David patch, with a open mouth of food, staring at the spot where the man was drenched in his own blood and the rain. He just stood there, wondering, and wondering, and wondering and wondering.
�Why are you standing here still?� said the young black boy on a two-wheeler with yellow thick mags who was returning home from a soccer meet. The boy had been standing beside the old the man for several hours and both had witnessed the death. The old man did not answer the boy.
The boy stared at the old man hard but the old man stared back just as hard , never saying a word to the boy, never breathing, then turned away from him and just stared at the spot where the man had died. �Did you know him?� asked the boy.
Once again, he didn�t answer the boy.
The old man walked away and crossed the street to the spot where the man had died. He stood at the spot and looked all around, and cars went slowly by and some went around him, and the passengers and drivers of those cars, stared at him and wondered why he just stood in the middle of the road, looking at them while they passed by.
The old man looked down at his feet and saw the diamond pendant, picked it up, and read the name inscribed; Katy.
�He should�ve stood out in the rain.� said the old man.
