Maddie An Old Fashioned Woman

Uncle Wilbur said Maddie was old-fashioned. I was thinking 50’s or 60’s He meant a throwback to the seventies. I had not met anyone this calm since life before Woodstock. Maddie had glazed eyes, there was a smell of patchouli. She was blowing slow easy smoke rings. Her blonde hair was fashioned into messy dreadlocks Her casual cotton sundress reminded me of flour feed sacks. I looked at Uncle Wilbur in a new light. I had never before thought of him as a risk taker. This one would run away with his heart.