I was stepping onto the number 1 train at South Ferry. Left leg first into the car, it slid across spilled coffee. My right leg fell between the car and the platform and I smashed my shin against the side of the car.
It bruised down to the bone, and left a lump two inches in diameter, five inches below the knee.
It hurt.
Its size shifted.
Sometimes it softened.
It hurt.
It was warm.
A month or so later I was in the hospital part of the leading edge of a mini-epidemic of cellulitis.
Years later, the scar aches.
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