where am I going to Who: Sallie and OPEN Where: Outside the YMCA branch When: Monday, Nov. 10, late afternoon Rating/Warnings: TBD
She'd lost the address, of course. Sallie had never gotten the hang of keeping things; the only possession she cared for had been taken from her. The two scraps of paper had vanished, unnoticed.
And today, leaving the humid warmth of the pool for the chilly street, she found herself suddenly longing for companionship; for someone who knew her, who understood her amputation. But the address was gone.
She buried her hands in the pockets of her battered coat and started for home; an awkward woman with the dark, resigned eyes of a zoo animal.