The Unforgiving Weight of Stillness on a Cross-City Transit Lane
CHAPTER 1: THE CONFRONTATION LANE The vertical stainless steel handrail vibrated against Marcus’s age-spotted palm with the steady, mechanical rumble of a dying diesel engine. Three inches away, a man’s flexed forearm blocked the light. The afternoon sun through the city bus window was harsh, cutting sharp gray shadows across the yellow-painted floor markers of…