Wrinkle, wrinkle. Buzz, buzz.

They walked along the splintered side walk. Quickly, her lenses turned dark, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of large, beat up sun-glasses. The concrete was bright.

The man's balding head had a few gray sgragglers of hair placed about his scalp. The light wind blew them carefully. His skin was largely kissed by the sun with creases of damage. His lips were a dull pink consisting of wrinkles up and down and left and right. He kissed her on the cheek.

Her thinly poofed fifties haircut was died a golden red in order to hide the gray. Her purple glasses placed low on her nose. Her dark blue eyes glanced back at his green ones.

They both reached out each other's paper soft hands, and laced their fingers together.

The old man kissed her on the other cheek. Stood up as straight as he possibly could and focused on her face. He smiled. Swivled his body towards the direction of the car.

He started to slowly walk as his hand pulled hers. They took small steps together.

Holding hands the whole way.