Bloodshot eyes scanned the street from behind wire-rimmed glasses. His posture was straight as a post, while his cane offered comfort.
There was a time when he’d have kept walking. The new sidewalk gleaming white in the sun would’ve encouraged him to stroll down to the barber shop or the market. He remembered Sally’s diner opening. What happened to her?
The hardware store closed. He’d been there, looking to replace Alice’s rosebushes. Gone.
Was Alice looking down now at the ribbon of new concrete? At the spot where her once prized roses had bloomed?
He should go inside.
Picture is copyright by Matt Zhang.
Daily Post prompt.