Sidewalk

As I was going to the posada, I saw an elderly man walking toward me on the uneven sidewalk. He didn’t notice me. He was reading the newspaper.

As he was about to trip, I gasped because I did not have words enough in Spanish or English to warn him. He caught himself as his foot hit an uneven part of the concrete, and laughed out loud, saying, in Spanish, “Look at me reading the newspaper.”