Jeannie sorted through her change purse, counting out nickels and pennies to pay for the milk.
She would have rather had a Yoo-hoo but remembered all those School House Rock songs about nutrition.
Funny how things can get stuck in your head.
She had just enough, with three cents over.
The man behind the counter smiled.
“You have twigs in your hair,” he said.
He pushed a key across the counter.
“There’s a restroom around back if you need it.”
Jeannie picked up the milk and left.
She walked down the highway, brushing her hair with her fingers, drinking milk.
Dear Josh,
Sounds like Jeannie has been…erm…enjoying the great outdoors.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS sorry about that frog thing.
No worries about the frog. It’s more a critique of InLinkz than you. I too dislike the new WP.
I refuse to use the new WP dashboard. But I think we can get used to the new inLinkz. ;)
I like the double meaning of things stuck in her head. She seems unconcerned in her matter-of-fact way, but it doesn’t seem like much of a life.
I want to know more about Jeannie. She seems like a very intruding person
Memories
Huh. This raises more questions than it answers, for sure. She seems rather nonchalant about the storekeeper’s obvious idea of what she’d been up to. And where does she get money?
The idea behind this is that she’s a runaway who doesn’t have any money. She has slept in the woods the night before. There was nothing inferred about her doing anything sexual. At least that wasn’t intended.
Ah. I like That better than what I suspected :)
Sounds like she didn’t plan her running away very much. I hope she finds her way back home before someone nasty crosses her path.
Three remaining cents doesn’t seem to make the future of this endeavor very promising.
Jeannie is one happy person with a milk carton in her hand. Love the life.
I hope that remaining 3 cents will get her to where she wants to be, but I suspect it won’t. Still, she’s free.
For now, anyway. Thanks for stopping by!
This has the feel of an earlier time before swiping, when nickels and pennies could buy something. And people carried change purses. And drank Yoohoo when they could get it! Love the childish ways implied by the singsong memory, thelonging for chocoate milk, the fingers in the hair, the storekeeper’s smile. Letshope she is not forced to grow up, and quick.
thanks
That’s an encouraging story, Josh, with its small act of thoughtfulness by the storekeeper. I hope Jeannie stays safe! I wonder if she’s running from somewhere, or to somewhere; it makes a difference.
‘Flight’. Of course the title tells us she’s running from somewhere not to somewhere. Silly me!
I like it. Perhaps she is homeless, perhaps coming from a liaison… either way, it’s well written, and leaves the reader wondering just what happened “behind the scene”. :) I’m not fond of the new inlinx either, it gives my firefox a screaming fit.
Wonder what was going on before Jeannie got to the deli? A love tryst? Or fighting off an attacker? Hmmmm.
I hope it works out for her.
I got the rough sleeping thing, Josh – never occurred to me anything sexual had happened … until I read the other comments! I like the note of kindness you inject from the store keeper. Great story
Lots to imagine between the lines here. Some very well planted hints but nothing too definite. Fantastic.