As Connie sat on the bench, just right of a rather dangerous set of steps, an older woman walked up, sat on the same bench.
From a distance one would have pegged her just over thirty, but up close she had to be more than twice that.
She was wearing jeans, sneakers, and was so flexible she did one of those semi lotus poses as she sat.
Seeing Connie staring, she smiled and nodded. Connie kept staring.
“Would you like to be left in your misery?” the woman asked in a sweet voice.
“How’d you know?” Connie flipped thinking the woman would explain by saying something about posture or expression.
“Your vibe. “
This shocked Connie, for who expected an old woman to say this?