They walk towards each other, her smile filling the shortening gap. They have nothing in common. Old enough to be her grandad, young enough for bedtime stories. They don’t share the same skin colour or culture. They don’t share the same religion or history. But, when they’re side by side, she lifts her hand; “High Five”. Their palms touch. At that moment they share everything that truly matters. They carry on and the gap widens.
Published: Paragraph Planet
