Old Mean Eyes – #Drabble
Old Mean Eyes
We called her Old Mean Eyes. The bag lady with the cart. The one who chased us away with an umbrella. The one who gathered cans. The one who planted flowers everywhere, in anything. Year after year. We didn’t pay much attention to her or the flowers. Did anyone?
Eventually, I left the neighborhood and went away to college. One spring break, I arrived back home to a celebration in the streets. Kids of all ages were planting flowers, everywhere. In honor of Old Mean Eyes, they said. She’d died that Winter. I guess people were paying attention after all.
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