Writing assignment #6
By A Plumber
After scanning the situation quickly, she entered the bus and calmly took a seat in the back. The man neither noticed her nor saw that anyone had even entered. He left at the next bus stop and went into a bookstore. Sarah followed suit the stop after that.
She quickly ran home, ignoring the great blue sky and the twittering birds happily singing overhead. Her thoughts were full of dark clouds, raining down feelings that had dwelt in her years before; when her father lost his job. She was hardly watching where she was going, so when an elderly lady abruptly stepped in her path, they collided. The lady just steadied herself with her large walking cane, but Sarah fell down hard.
“Here, let me help you get up,” said the lady in a voice that sounded full of years and love. She let out her hand, and pulled Sarah to her feet. “You need to watch more closely to where you’re going. And don’t be so trouble-faced. Many things in my life have happened; don’t let your troubles get you down as I did.” She smiled again. “Look what it’s done for me. I’m as old and withered as a prune.”
With this the woman let out a cackle of laughter and tottered down the sidewalk. Her words stayed with Sarah on the way home. She turned and fled down the sidewalk again, to the bus stop that the man had gotten off. Turning into the bookstore, she began to search the isles to find the man. At the back of the store, she found him, reading an old, cracked book.
As she approached him, he looked up at her. A twinkle was in his eyes, but his face was downcast as he saw her coming. “Thank you,” she whispered in a meek, quiet voice. She wanted to run away, and back to her home and her mother and injured father. He fidgeted in his seat during the next few minutes, in which neither of them talked or hardly breathed; they only studied each other.
After this time was over, he put his book down and motioned for her to sit down beside him. “Look, I want to apologize for throwing your dad out,” he began in an awkward voice. Sarah nodded, and waited for him to continue. He waited as well, for an answer that he hoped would forgive him of the guilt that had pushed and clawed and tore at his heart for the many years following the time of Sarah’s dad’s disposal.
“I forgive you.” The words slipped from her mouth, and she almost felt a ton of weight being lifted from her back. The man did also, and smiled. They shook hands, and Sarah left the shop. As she turned the corner, she felt a paper in her pocket that hadn’t been there when she had left home. She took it out and read it. Suddenly the birds twittering and the greatness of the day seemed brilliant to her. With a leap and a bound, she flew across the street and ran the entire way home.
The paper in her hand was a form that offered her dad a job and a raise at his former workplace.
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