Parkinson’s Rebel
She constantly shakes her head “no.” White blouse and black pants. She has pale blonde pigtailes. Her gold horseshoe earings sway from side to side as she shakes “No No No.”
She prepares her coffee, a plastic UPS bag over her wrist. “No.”
Sometimes she asserts control over the repellent tremor, or walks far enough away that her little “no” isn’t noticeable. But then as, as she holds the door open for the barista taking out the trash, it is there, denying even her courtesy.
What a rebel. She denies the world.
