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Previous entries (you really do need to go read them first I think...) Whorl (part one), Waiting (part two), Atmospheric (part three)!
He knew it was a simple question without a simple answer, her lips parted to speak with a pause.
“My grandmother raised me, small town far from here. Very conservative and anyone different was labeled so. Every Saturday we would go to the farmer’s market she would always wear this old dress, complete with pearls, bracelets, and hat. What always caught the most attention was Baxter, her pet duck, always at her side on a leash. I loved those Saturday afternoon walks it wasn’t until years later I could recall the looks and whispers. The idea my grandmother wasn’t quite all there.” He watched her lean against the rail, “you were so out of place last night in the bar, and when you left you reminded me of her an odd duck not knowing he needed someone, a friend to look out for him.”