Meanwhile, here's mine.
NELLIE
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.
