6. Old Lady
And I saw the old woman, her hair snow-white, lying on the pile of junk and debris. The old woman was abandoned and thrown away with the trash, like it often happens to that which is indispensable no more. As we talked, her face changed. Her white hair turned gray and then black. Her spine straightened. Her eyes closed by the years and folds of skin, finally opened. What do you need? I asked her. Just some water, please, she told me.