Last time you saw him, he had patched up his right eye with a white face towel, but he still recognized you and gave a smile. Still, you got scared that something terrible happened to him.
You chanced upon him today, a little bewildered and exhausted. You couldn’t tell how long he had been sitting there at the corner of the foot bridge. But when you approached him there was no more cover over his eye, but the silver lining in it was evident. He didn’t recognize you.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)