Tatoo

She has been waiting for him at the end of the street, staring at a dress in a window shop to suddenly find him holding her hands. Without uttering a single word, the two walked together, side by side- she hanging her bag on her shoulder and he wearing his bamboo hat with a leather strap at its end. The air moved her wide dress, causing its silk fabric to touch his rough English wool pants as their bright black shoes walked in wise, slow and sad steps on the road pebbles.