I woke up with a start, it was a dream. Just a dream, I got up filled with dizziness and stumbled down the stairs and sat on the banister. There was a note on the door explaining that my brother had gone out to the market to make up the shopping. Great, I figured I'd head down to the subway and join him. Grabbing my purse, I slung it over my shoulder and headed out the door, shaking off lingering nausea. Across the intersection, down the street, down into the subway. I was a little early, the next tram wasn't due at the station until twelve. I stood by the platform watching the people come and go, businessmen, women with their kids, teenagers hanging around on benches and stairs.
There was sudden commotion, a younger man fought through the crowd, there was someone yelling for the police. I turned right as the man barreled straight at me, shoving me into air.
I fell straight off the platform into the tracks.
My sight grazed over the clock.
Noon.
The tram was right on time. Unfortunately for me, I wouldn't make it to the market.