I passed a woman on my way to work. She didn’t notice me, or so I thought. She was in her garden clipping flowers. Her hair was braided, dirty blond. She wore a nightdress that was pink and white. I guessed that she was nineteen, maybe twenty. But my guess was wrong. I met her later when a cinder hit my eye. She was a doctor. You will be okay, she said to me with such a weight of knowledge I was quite relieved. I went home giddily and late that night went out…… More »
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