One out of turn:
Yesterday I walked down through Queen Heleni Alley. A child, nine or ten years old, was walking in front of me. We were alone. The alley was dark, and once in a while he glanced back and quickened his pace. But when I walk slowly, I walk pretty quickly. I could feel his fear. I could remember this kind of fear well. And I wondered how I could put him at ease without embarrassing him. Then he tried to leap away-- but he twisted his leg badly, and now he dragged it along behind him, whimpering in pain. This is how we walked, together at a fixed distance, until we reached the end of the valley. He's limping outside, and I, inside.
(David Grossman,Be my knife)