In the woods

Ahead of me in the woods was a man, his son, and an older lady in a motorised wheelchair. I caught them up at a point where the trail became steeper and  bumpier. She declared UDI and said that down there she was not going. As I passed I agreed she was probably right. But then the man and his boy just moved on and left her there. I had pressed on as well, but felt a lingering sense of guilt. 
 
In other news I’ve just had a conversation with two kids outside this building. "We know how to get to in there," the older one said, showing me how he pressed a buzzer. He kept asking questions. I politely answered them. I recall this lad trying to grab my keys a year or two ago. I've learned not to have run ins with these waifs. They all have parents. I'm glad I'm not one of them.