the heavy orthopedic shoes approach, and then, with loud mr. mogul sounds of effort, mrs. munson's hands and knees hit the floor.
nearing the old lady is now different somehow. the perspective is somewhat lower; the humming woman sounds not quite the same; the rocking chair and the room itself are subtly different.
the microbus, parked halfway down the block, ominously idling.
we are nearing the bus.
the uptilted water glass is sending false teeth -- full uppers and lowers -- rattling toward his face.
shows the foreshortened barrel as he experimentally squeezes the trigger.