. invisible .The small aerodynamic yellow shape with the red rooftop glow turning green pulls away from the granite curb. The stooped ragged ankle length dark shape limps slowly around the night corner; beneath the only streetlight and down the street. She's a tempting target for grocery and handbag snatchers but as she disappears into the shadowed reaches she moves much more quickly, her feet quiet now and on her toes she speeds quickly forward.
On the right and the left scattered cars parked on the asphalt walkways that run their cracked and potholed lengths in front of the earlier regime's concrete formed hive buildings. She resumes her role, stooped and cowled beneath her large wine stained and hem torn headscarf. An old poor woman trudging grocery laden on her way back to her tenement flat, surely one where the elevator no longer functions, where the hallways smell of years of meager dinners. Stooped, her far too young far t
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