Few had met Duong Tran in life. Most had gone out of their way to avoid such a meeting.
Some had slipped a crumpled bill into his hand at a crowded intersection, avoiding even eye contact as the bill transferred hands.
But when he was killed crossing an intersection that lacked a much needed crosswalk, they rallied behind him.
They rode the coattails of his death into a courtroom where they spoke passionately about the tragic loss of his life.
A life they would have collectively continued to ignore- had he not become a very useful tool in their hands.
This piece, written in exactly 100 words, is my response to Sadje’s What Do You See? photo prompt this week.