Old crone was first noticed at the teh counter ordering. Deft way of displaying her charms at every possible opportunity. Five minutes later awaiting her food around the other side of Abbas she got offa her feet for a spell, pulling up a pew at the end of the pair of tables. Back turned, angled away, but still able to present a portion of that artwork resting before her. Remarkable dotted pattern covering the whole of the back of both hands, right down to the knuckles and up to the sleeves, baby peacock eyes perhaps the motif. There might have been 25 on each, with the colour tone of the iris picked up in the deepest crimson of finely shaped nails. One wrist at least was banded with strings of gold, (the watch musta ridden up under the sleeve). The usual henna was nothing like. Gotta be tail end of her 70s, if not beyond. Face mask & navy cap rather than scarf further shrouded. (On a closer look when she turned slightly, the younger age was clear.) Did grandad even now benefit from that dazzling allure, that spider suddenly emerged from the jungle, when it began crawling over his chest? (Further was not required.) The palpitations here would start way ahead of any overt action, little fever quietly stoked unawares. A few minutes later when she was spotted again 3 - 4 rows back the decision was made. The hell no! We are gonna give that a try! The pose requested would be with the pair raised together before her, pinkie of the right giving a soft touch of the left’s ring finger—cropped later just above the line of chin, perhaps. Two steps back to collect the phone and quickly swinging round again, only to find the grandad had come to collect their purchases. Surprisingly youthfulness. That display would certainly not be all in vain there, not every single day. Highly serviceable. The old duck collecting her cane before setting off had it all properly sorted.
Geylang Serai, Singapore 2011-26
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