catawampus

The sun hit the pavement at such an angle it blinded my eyes. I squint and find solace under the shadow of an old building. I'm so tired, but I keep walking, holding the eroding, corroding wall because it's my only friend. The only thing that has supported me. Another traveler passes by, nods and we trade stories and some mittens for a hat. No money though because we don't own metal and trees. The traveler decides to rest. He looks older than me and sallow in color. He gives me back my mittens and smiles. I hand him a plastic bag full of other plastic bags so he can rest on a pillow. I watch him close his eyes unmoving, not breathing. So I sit there for an hour and wait. I raise my gaze at the setting sun and rifle through his pockets for anything of value and continue on my way.