From Walks to Words

A path made of the torn pages of a book, with two shadows walking together; a larger and taller man and a smaller women with a purple backpack.

Eli* was an imposing man who towered over most in our walking group. Had I met him coming home late at night, I would have probably crossed the street. He always looked very serious… that is, until he heard his name. He would then greet you with a smile like no other.  Eli was autistic […]