But I got to thinking that there was something strange about the man, turned and went back to have another look.
He was sitting in the same position, and I noticed how still and stiff he looked. I went to him, put out my hand to touch his shoulder and ask him if anything were wrong. But as soon as I touched him, the man began to crumble, to fall apart in a jumble of shard-like pieces--as though someone had struck a statue a pulverizing blow. But I had barely touched him.
People were stopping to stare. Someone screamed. Several security guards appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
We all stood awestruck, staring at the empty bench where the man had been sitting. He was gone, dissolved away almost in the blink of an eye.
Then the guards began shooing people away, myself included, and everyone left, most still in a daze.
What else could be done? A man had mysteriously dissolved before our very eyes, and was gone. There was no explanation . . . other than to say it had been an Act of God.