People

On my way to buy the papers. A young guy at the corner’s liquor store looks at me and says something in Spanish. A familiar sound. That of my grandparents, of my mother. I am totally calm when I answer “Fuck you!” It’s sunny and the air is fresh. I’m not quite sure where did that came from.

I’m coming back home, the newspapers under my arms. An old man who was going up hill, said “Hello” with the bit of breath he still had. “Have a good day” I say mechanically. “I will, now that I saw you” he answered with a huge smile. I laughed. It will be a great day.