She was walking slowly, deliberately. I came up on her quickly from behind, but had to pause, wait for a gap on the footpath as others bustled by.
She was powdered, not powered. She didn't look around. Straight ahead, problems enough, without seeing any others. Her wrist was tight, strained, gripping the walking stick. Three legs, but not as confident as the two the rest of us used to bustle on by.
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© Farmer 26 January 1996