the wome in fornt of me in the line stood there frigile , forgotten,battered brused boby.
i could hear the tears in a faint whisper as she spilled the change  from her  swollen hand...
she struggled with painful wimpers as she aqwardly sank to the solid ground 'snap' went her heel!

forceful rush to the ground...I flinch and hurry just in time pulling the young women

NOT DONE