Her withered eyes stared down at the pavement. She rarely looked up anymore, she figured she’d seen it all at this point and felt no need to watch the parade skirt by. Part of her wished that anything would come and her take her by surprise, sneaking up in the shadows, but no one came close. The sun’s reflection still gleamed onto her downturned face, igniting her eyes within their wrinkled orbits. All was not lost.
