You thought that he was viciously winking at someone across the Quezon Avenue footbridge, but upon closer look he was twitching, his entire body almost uncontrollably jerking. It was his eyes opening and closing – or not opening, but closing and closing, or trying to open them, open them using the entire force of his body. Both his hands were grasped around the horizontal bars of the bridge, his feet firmly planted on one spot, as if he was stabilizing his condition. You can’t help looking at him and just passing by for an unexplained and possibly unnecessary fear of strangers.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)