parables of FrancEyE, chapter 1
It was 7 pm on Blue Bus # 1 and I was spellbound by the beautiful elderly (bearded) woman completing a crossword puzzle; the book was angled downward on her knee, her eyes scrutinize each potential acrostic like tea leaves at the bottom of a porcelain cup.
I timed her at 17 seconds per word: the nano-ritual began as the pencil in her left hand landed precisely on the first hollowed-out square; her eyes darted back and forth as she searched her memory banks for the word or phrase that would fit; the moment the mind connected the next elusive word, the right hand grasped the edges of the book, and the eyes lit up in recognition, followed by comprehension, the left hand swiftly carved letters into the spaces, and merged with other words, to create a monument to literacy.
The old woman looked up and realized she was the object of my fascination.
She smiled, stroked her beard, and said,” My vision isn’t so great. I used to go a lot faster.”
(Earths Daughters #66 – Up/Down 2005)