Granny SmithGranny SmithGranny Smith by MissySerendipity
At precisely six o' clock, the local crossing guard stood at his station at the corner of the intersection across from an elementary school. With his reflective neon yellow vest on and a stop sign in hand, he stood in preparation for his pedestrians. As if on cue, he heard the sound of heels clicking against the pavement and the beeps of a video game.
"I see you still got it in you," a woman said, bantering.
To his astonishment, he recognized the face. "Karen? My, it’s been more than fifteen years! Is this your son?" The crossing guard leaned forward a bit and cringed as he accidentally placed his weight on the stiff joints of his left leg. "What's your name, kiddo?" The crossing guard asked the child brightly.
The mousy boy was fixated on the gaming console in his hand, unaware of his surroundings. When the red lights of the intersection signaled their OK to cross, the crossing guard plodded to the center of th