Meanwhile, here's mine.
The town didn’t take much notice of the bag-lady trundling her trolley-world along the promenade.
“One day my ship will come in,” she’d say when she collected her pension, but nobody listened. ‘Smelly Nellie’ they called her, but not to her face – it was rumoured she could freeze you with a glare if she’d a mind to.
Then one night some drunks staggering home along the seafront claimed they’d seen a UFO. The next day the only sign that Nellie had ever existed was her trolley lying empty on the sands.
It was strange how much they missed her.