The sun had barely risen, casting a golden hue over the city streets as masses embarked on their daily pilgrimage to work. Route 22 bus, notorious for its morning rush, screeched to a stop.
Among the many passengers was Mr. Samuel, an elderly man, his silver hair reflecting years of wisdom and wrinkles that told stories of a life lived fully.
As he stepped onto the bus, he could feel the weight of his years on his shoulders. His breath was short, a product of both age and the hurry to catch the bus.
The ambient noise of chattering commuters seemed distant as he scanned the near-full bus for a seat. The hustle was familiar to him, but today he felt a bit wearier than usual.
Before Mr. Samuel could move further, a strong force shoved him. It was Troy, a middle-aged man with a reputation that preceded him. He was known to be a frequent commuter and an instigator. With a sinister smirk, Troy forcefully nudged Mr. Samuel aside and occupied the seat meant for elderly passengers.
The buzzing atmosphere of the bus was immediately replaced with stifling silence, punctuated only by a few whispers of shock and disapproval. At the back of the bus, a large figure began to…Read Full Story Here……
