He remembered how they met. Waiting next to each other to cross the street. The traffic lights changed, but she stayed very still, a nervous white stick hovering before her. He offered his arm to her and they talked while crossing the wide avenue. By the time they reached the other side, she was slowy writing numbers with her finger on his open hand, while he was memorizing them with a smile on his face.
© Chelo Cadavid 2014
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