The Old Lady


By Allison Maruska

On my way to her spot, I skip over the biggest sidewalk cracks, gripping my prize. Colton says stepping on a crack will break Mama’s back. I sometimes hit one but she’s okay.

The old lady is outside 7-11. She smiles big. “Child! What you got?”

I hold the paper bag out. “I did it! Learned all my sight words!”

“Oh, baby girl.” She sniffs the buttery smell. “Keep this. You don’t get treats often.”

“It’s yours. I don’t wanna hear no more about it.”

Smiling, she pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth, then one into mine.

9 thoughts on “The Old Lady

  1. Imagery. Young and old. Accepting one of the other. Confiding. The child speaks to a deeper life knowledge. Buoyancy of youth. Not judgemental purely on appearance. Those bustling through life can be. The old lady talks with the child, where others may not listen. A vivid picture in a few words.

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