She was wire thin, really dark and short when I looked at her. Her left hand was pulled down by a dark-green bowl full of dirty stuffs and my assumed undesirables. I looked away feigning a distraction by a passing, rickety, green military truck. When I looked back again, she'd melted into a dingy, dusty alley...
A week later she was rigidly standing in the same muddy spot holding the same tired stuffs as I stared at her bewildered, stupefied and ashamed. Her left shoulder was always lower than her right shoulder. Her piercing eyes reduced me to an itsy bitsy, but she held her hand out and said: " I make you uneasy, don't I?"
Friday afternoon as the Sun stretched her orange tongue to bless the western reddening horizon with a kiss, she stood looking at me at a bus stop holding nothing but god's mercies and asked: "what's time and space?" 'I..I...I...' I was struck, lightening struck by nothing but assumption.
"Time and space separates you and me, time and space separates what I own and what you own, time and space is the reason you are tall and I'm short, time and space is the reason you are forty and I ten, time and space is the reason you're a man I'm a girl, time and space is the reason you're not my husband, time and space is the reason I'm poor and you relatively ok, time and space is the reason you're not our president...think time and space and anything...anything IS..."
Time and space perhaps brought me to the hospital a day later....change in time and space does more...who're you little girl...just time and space...?