Old lady
A few years ago we watched an old lady cross the road.
Hunched over, face weather beaten wearing a simple samfu in muted tones.
She went into an involuntary spasm and almost collapsed so we instinctively ran out of the car, walked her somewhere safe and squatted with her for half an hour as she regaled stories from yore.
Yellow photographs kept neat in her purse.
A sad longing as she fingered the rough edges.
We were later to learn that she was a ballroom dancing champion back in the 60′s and 70′s.
“My son, he doesn’t come to see me anymore”
“I’m just so lonely”
Is striving to leave a legacy behind all that matters?
And at what price?
pammers replied:
do you still keep in touch with the lady?
December 7, 2008 at 1:34 pm. Permalink.
Jo replied:
she refused giving us her contact details. i often wonder why.
December 9, 2008 at 2:24 am. Permalink.