July 11, 2012

No. 143

There was a coin on the sidewalk.
Martin bent down to pick it up.
“Ow! Hey!” exclaimed the girl as he bumped into her on the way down. “By the way, I call dibs on the money,” she told him as they awkwardly recovered themselves.
“Sorry, Yeah. Of course,” said Martin. He got his first good look at the would-be coin-grabber.
She wasn’t tall. A dirty blonde with a cute smile. She was looking at him like he’d forgotten to do something. She adjusted a strand of hair as she waited.
Then he remembered. “Martin,” he said, with a quick shake of his head. “Sorry. Um, again.”
“Well, Martin,” she said softly. “Would you mind picking up my quarter for me? I seem to have had some difficulty the last time.”
“Sure. Sure,” he repeated. He kicked himself mentally. He was being super-uncool.
“Here you go,” he said as he handed her the silver piece.
“Thanks,” she told him. Then she spun on her heels and began to walk away.
Martin stood quite still. He felt like he should probably chase her down and tell her that he was suddenly in love.
The girl looked over her shoulder. “Janna,” she called to him. “I’ll be back here tomorrow. Same time. I owe you a quarter.”

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