The building rose four stories and housed an ecclectic group who had lived all their lives in this neighbourhood. The one who drove the group lived on the top floor. Her age was undetermined and her eyes shone with the wisdom of her years. She counselled the young, encouraged those who wished to give up on life, and reminisced with the old. Her advice guided many actions in the neighbourhood and change in the area had to pass her approval. They brainstormed on how to get her on their side, not realising that she had forseen the need for change.
What do you think the woman looks like?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)