I felt the seat move. It rose and then eased back again onto the pavement. I lifted my eyes from my detective story, entered again the world of loud traffic, and glanced sideways. Discreetly.
She wore a pink dress, had grey hair and a pink shoulder bag, into which she was delving. The pinks almost matched. I returned to my book, or pretended to.
It was only when she lurched back to her feet that I saw the white walking stick. She smiled as she walked pass me, a toothless gummy smile.
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© Farmer 26 January 1996