An elderly couple on the bus in matching outfits: evergreen parkas, brown slacks and white plimsolls. Smile lines mark their faces. Their hands are rough and mottled like bark, intertwined with one another as ivy would. They sit in a passive, comfortable silence: they have no reason to talk, because they have shared a lifetime of exchanges..
When I get off the bus, I give them a smile and they return it with a gentle wave of joined, wrinkled hands.
When I get off the bus, I give them a smile and they return it with a gentle wave of joined, wrinkled hands.
3 comments:
That was charming and acurately visual.
I like your blog and in reference to your previous post...dark is good but a little light every now and again is refreshing...only I wish you'd stop drowning yourself. And thank you, I like a sliver of joy with my morbidity. lol....Penny as Sweet Little Angel from the Google Coffee Shop.
Oh, I forgot! I LOVE the drawing...is it yours? Great job! Penny, again....
When I was younger, I would have laughed at an old couple in matching outfits, now I hope it's my husband & I someday! Good writing, you provide a strong visual. Keep it up!
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