Detour

The old lady creeped along the street. She stopped and pulled out a handkerchief. Only the elderly still see the significance of tissue you don't discard after each use. She blew her nose and stuffed the material back in her purse. She began to creep again. A young man dashed by on his skate board and she acted as though she did not even notice. He was too fast for her slow eyes. She crept some more. What was her destination? I think it was heaven, she was just taking a slight detour down these dirty old streets.