The Comments Told Me Not to Help the Fallen Old Man

When the old man dropped at my feet, three lines of comments floated across my screen: Don't help him up. He's waiting for someone young. His son's a lawyer, sitting right across the street in the coffee shop. This is their whole hustle. They've already conned people out of seventy grand. The woman beside me shoved her phone in my face. "You're the closest one. Why aren't you helping him up?" I didn't touch the old man. I called 911 instead.