I passed an old lady on the way to work this morning

she was walking and though I only saw her for a second or less I noticed her hands, so wrinkled and bent around the knuckles -holding her pink drugstore bag her shoes weren’t shoes but green slippers which rather slid than stepped her back was bent in a question mark and her hair was frizzled blue wrapped in one of those old lady’s bandanas also blue see-through and tied beneath her chin she was sliding along slowly, grimacing but there was grace in her stature a sort of royalty something special and in that second or less I thought of her as a little girl, picking dandelions as she walked with her father they must have blown the fuzz from the top together and discarded the stems on the sidewalk she must be now over 80 back then could she have even imagined... then the second or less passed I had to find this address off Marshall and Cretin a steep roof to tear off when this dumbfuck I worked with drove around me and threw

a Big Gulp against my door I hit the gas and followed closely behind him.