Crosswalk

Gingerly they walk in front of my car. She grips his hand with the habit of a lifetime together, the memory of a million walks like this one. She leads the way, and he bears her weight on his arm.

They are united and alone: an island that so long ago lost contact with the mainland. The world moves much faster now than they can keep up. But they know each other so well, and they hold on for dear life.

They enter the hospital doors together.