A Commuter's Life

Her face covered with light make up after that moisturizing cream.

I wonder if her fragrant smell came from that or her lotion, I can feel her still smooth skin as it rubbed on my arms.

Her hair was well trimmed at shoulder length shiny and wavy.

There were some proud gray hairs showing up.

She was dressed modestly with that not so red blouse and black pants.

Her feet were clean, toenails were trimmed.

She was wearing black slippers.

When you look at her, you would see the joy and contentment of the days she had lived and is continue living.

She looked fab and happy.

Oh, she was about to alight from the public vehicle we were riding. She said to the driver; please accept my payment, senior citizen.