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in the middle
of the bus.
There was a
woman waiting to
get off and
she called out
to the driver
“I pulled the bell for the wrong stop. I’m going to Shepard’s of Good Hope. Can you let me off at two stops down?”
While she waited,
she turned to
me and smiled.
“I used to be able to walk a lot. I was an athlete. Now I can’t walk three blocks.”
I didn’t know
what to say
but words came
out of my
mouth anyways, as
if being spoken
by someone else.
“The body changes. Sometimes there is nothing we can do but live with our memories but then make new ones.”
She looked at
me with kind
eyes and gave
me another smile.
“I want to live beyond my memories. I want to be beautiful again like I remember being.”
I closed my
book and gave
her a smile
of my own.
“You’re still beautiful.”
“No, I’m not.”
She said, letting
out a laugh.
“Sure you are.”
I told her.
“Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. I think you’re beautiful.”
She blinked as
if in shock.
“Do you really think so?”
I looked at
her: she had
greying hair that
was escaping her
bun, a pale
face from too
much time indoors.
She was wearing
jogging pants with
flip flops and held
onto a purple
coat. She had
obviously seen better
times, easier ones.
But it was
when she smiled
that she seemed
to transform. It
took years off
her face and
I saw a
little of what
she used to
look like.
“Yes. I do. You have a light inside you that shines brightly.”
She put a
hand to her
hair and smiled
again and I
watched as the
light within her
grew beyond the
body and poured
out of her.
The bus stopped
and she looked
back at me
before stepping out
of the bus.
The light had
faded and I
looked at her,
a woman who
now looked younger
than her years.
“Thank you. I could probably walk a whole mile today. That’s the first time someone has paid me a compliment in ages.”
She stepped off
the bus, a
trail of light
following close behind
her like fairy
dust or dreams
made real.