It was a bright summer day, but most people were only looking at their phone and a young man was no different. He walked down the sidewalk with firm steps only glancing up once in a while to check the street signs. Then, the ground under his left foot disappeared. He felt his arms flail, his phone clutched tightly, as his left foot crashed against the bottom of a hole, his left shin scrapped against the edge of the sidewalk and his right knee banged the ground.
There was a moment of silence. Slowly he rolled away from the hole and checked his legs. Briefly he thought he saw a young man leaning against the nearest doorway who looked like he was about to say something as his mouth was still open, but the pain the man felt made him forget all about the young man. His thoughts too full of wondering if he had seriously injured himself or not as he methodically took stock of his body. There was a giant rip in his left pant leg that showed blood starting to trickle down his shin. His left ankle throbbed from twisting in the hole and his right knee ached. Carefully, he stood up and went on his way limping.
The next day he was still sore and, despite the ice he had applied, his left ankle hurt more now than it had the day before. As he approached the place where he had fallen, he could see the hole in the sidewalk was pretty deep. He considered himself lucky that he hadn’t broken his leg completely, that he had been able to stop his fall with his right knee and not with his face, that he hadn’t hurt his hands or crushed his phone in the fall.
As he walked away it started to bother him that the hole was still there and hadn’t been fixed. It could really hurt people. And the next day as he walked his usual route, he began to notice those around him for the first time. There was a business woman, a young girl, and an older gentleman all of whom had their phones out.
The business woman was closer so the man walked, with less of a limp today, up to her.
“Excuse me, but there is a hole in the sidewalk coming. If you’re not careful, you could get hurt.”
The woman didn’t even look up. “I walk this route every day and I’ve never seen a hole. I’ll be fine.”
“But the hole is really deep—.”
“There is no hole!” The woman said impatiently.
The man turned to the young girl.
“There is a hole coming up in the sidewalk. You could get hurt.”
“A hole?” the young girl said without looking up. “I actually like falling into holes. It’s fun.”
“Fun?” the man frowned. “It’s not fun. It hurts.”
“I haven’t gotten hurt by a hole yet.” She walked past him.
“Well, maybe you haven’t fallen into a real hole yet,” the man called after her. “And there’s a real hole coming up.” His words grew softer as she drew farther away. It was like he was trying to stop the wind. What was the point of warning people if they refused to listen?
The business woman was already past the hole somehow and the young girl looked like she was going to pass by the hole on the far side from it, so she would probably be safe too. That just left the older gentleman.
“Excuse me sir,” the man called out. “There’s a hole in the sidewalk. You need to be careful.”
“A hole? Where?” The gentleman looked up.
“On the side walk just up there.” The man pointed a few paces away.
“Of course, thank you for telling me. I’ll watch out for it.” The older gentleman waved a hand, but then looked back to his phone.
“But sir, the hole is right in front of you!”
The gentleman stopped. “Well, how do you know a hole is there? Are you a hole expert?”
“A hole expert? Is that even a thing?”
“Well, you ought to be a hole expert in order to have the authority to warn others about holes. Are you a hole expert?” The older gentleman pressed.
“I—I’m not, that is, but I fell into that hole this week. That ought to count.”
“Falling into holes doesn’t make you an expert.” The older gentleman turned and took another step, inches away from the hole. “It only makes you stup—.” The next step cut the older gentleman off as his foot fell into the hole. There was an audible snap as the gentleman crumpled to the ground.
“Oww! Oh, my leg.”
“Here, let me help you out.” The man reached to grab the gentleman’s arm.
“Stop! Don’t touch me. This is all your fault!” The gentleman wagged a finger.
“My fault?”
“Yes, your fault! If you hadn’t distracted me, I would have seen this hole.”
“But I was warning you about the hole.”
“And are you a hole expert? No!”
Thoroughly confused, the man slowly walked away once the ambulance came to get the gentleman’s leg checked. How was it that none of the people he had tried to talk to would listen to him? But his own legs still ached and the gentleman had probably broken his leg, so the danger of the hole was real.
Across the street he saw the young man leaning against the doorway just watching the medics load the older gentleman. This was the second time the young man was just watching. With one fist clenched the man crossed the street.
“Did you see that?” he asked the young man.
The young man nodded; his eyes wide.
“Why didn’t you say anything? You could have warned him that I was right.”
The young man shook his head before looking down at his shoes. He stood there a moment and then retreated into the building.
The next day as the man approached the hole, he looked around again, although with more apprehension than the day before. There was the same business woman. And when he warned her of the hole, she replied again that there was no hole in the sidewalk. But this time as she approached the hole, she was not walking on the far side away from the hole. The man winced at her fall.
“Are you ok?” He asked as he ran to her side. She accepted his arm and he pulled her up. Her skirt suit had a small frayed slit an inch long and her high heel was broken.
The woman cursed softly as she looked at her broken heel. “That’s the third one this week.”
“Wait?” the man asked as the woman began rummaging in her bag and pulled out a new pair of high heels. “That’s the third pair you’ve broken this week?”
“Yes,” the woman said absently as she slipped off her old shoes and pulled on the new. “And it always seems to happen right around here too. It’s the oddest thing.”
“No, no. It’s not odd. There’s a hole right here and you fell into it.”
The woman shook her head with an irritated smile. “You’re wrong. There’s no hole. Hole’s aren’t real.”
“Then what just happened to you?”
The woman shrugged as she smoothed out her skirt. “A string of bad luck.”
She threw her heels into a nearby garbage can and walked away.
The man’s jaw dropped as he watched her go. But then the sound of laughter filled his ears. His head swiveled to the sound and there was a middle-aged man sitting on a lawn chair on a second story porch.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked.
“Why, you, of course,” the other man said. “You’re racing around trying to help people that don’t want to be helped. It’s better just to leave them be.”
“But if I don’t warn them, then they could get hurt.”
The other man let out a solitary laugh. “And even when you do warn them, they still get hurt. It’s better to just not say anything. That crazy woman has fallen in that hole at least fifteen times.”
The man frowned. “How long have you been up there watching?”
“Oh for at least a month, maybe six weeks.”
“And what about the young man across the street?”
“Probably the same, maybe a little less. He’s a good kid. He knows how to mind his own business. He wanted to warn people at first, but I told him not to waste his breath.”
“You mean he doesn’t warn anyone? Have you?”
“Nah, I just mind my own business. It’s not my place to tell people there’s a hole.”
“So, you saw when I fell into that hole?”
“Oh yeah, that one looked painful. Glad you’re almost walking without a limp now.”
“Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Like I said, it’s not my place. People don’t want to listen nowadays. People also have weird ideas about the existence of holes and if you try to tell them about it, they just yell at you. So, it’s better to just let them be.”
“But I might have listened.” The man said this more to himself. The truth was, he didn’t know for sure if he would have, but he had never even been given the chance to know, because the other man never said anything.
He turned to walk away, but approaching the hole was a teen girl with a little boy in tow. She was on her phone and the boy had a gaming console. Neither were paying attention.
“Watch out,” the man said half-heartedly. “There’s a hole in the sidewalk coming up.”
“What?” the girl asked looking up.
The man pointed. “There’s a hole. It’s pretty bad and three different people fell into it this week.”
The girl followed the angle of his finger and her brows raised. “Thanks!” was all she said but she pushed the boy to the far side of the sidewalk and together they avoided the hole.