On the dusty streets surrounded by
timeless buildings sat an ancient lady. Music filled the air along with the
puffy grey smoke from her cigar. A slim straggly black cat lay next to her. Tourists
walking by are intrigued by her saggy dark skin and old style white flowing
dress. With the untouched buildings as her back drop she truly brought you back
to the 40’s. A posed smile covered her face as children ask to have photos
taken with her. Little did they know their spare change will be feeding her
tonight. She grew up with nothing, to this day still has nothing but the
clothes on her back and a cigar at hand. Nevertheless she is the happiest one
there, nobody knows why but everyone can see it. The hot sun beats down on to
the sweaty backs of grumpy tourists rushing by until they see her and stop to
take a second looked. Her hair is the texture of dry hay, covered by a ratty
old hat. Her white skirt is brown and grimy like the ground she sits on. When
you first see her you’re a little frightened, until you realize her beauty
matches this aging city.
No comments:
Post a Comment