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Red Penny
Barb was a widower with nothing but a big empty house, her cat, and her little family restaurant. She offered Penny a place to stay for the night and get freshened up so they could both go and figure out what she should do next.
A night turned into a week and a considerable amount of cups of coffee between Barb and Penny. In a few short days Penny’s problems were out of sight and out of mind. Soon she was working in Barb’s restaurant, and all she knew about the government and the towns it is destroying is what she hears sometimes on the radio. She never thinks of her parents, or that time that dog jumped on her and knocked her in the mud so the new boy that came to school helped her back up. She doesn’t think about what happened to him, or even who that little girl was. She doesn’t even dream about it.
Making another coffee round on a Wednesday afternoon, the restaurant was only ever busy on Sunday, this particular afternoon there was an older woman with a younger man in a gray pinstriped suit, and Mr. Clarey who came in everyday to read a month old newspaper, and suck on ice chips. Penny smiled at Mr. Clarey’s vacant expression, and headed towards the front table.
The young man looked up at her and smiled. She locked in on his blue eyes. “My, hello there Ms…” “Penny,” she chuckled, “please, call me Penny.”
The older woman with him looked rather displeased with the informality with which this young Ms. Penny was approaching with.
I'm moving to Girard to an apartment just two mini flights down from my best friend from College, Alzoo. The start of this blog is the start of this new chapter of my life.