As Jocelyn made her way through the people traffic, she considered how appropriate her name was. Jostling! Jostling people; jostling schedule; jostling budget. She smiled. She loved the start of a new day.
She observed the faces of others. Stoic. Sorrowful. Bland. Empty. Some excited, some smiling. Most revealed stress.
She felt a rough bump from “Stress-Face.” Taking the blame, she said, “Sorry. Have a good day.” She received a smile in return. Two people benefited. Five words. What a small price to pay. But speaking to one’s street people was as taboo as speaking to one’s elevator companions. Why?
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Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers Picture prompt. Rochelle, I just took this prompt off your web. Now I can’t find it. I don’t know what happened but I am posting. Can’t do the green frog. It is for a different picture. Sorry. I can’t find to whom credit is due for the picture. Maybe I’m a week behind. But I like my story so posting for my readers anyway.
Hey, I finally found this picture. And it is yours from Aug 14. Call me late!!! My computer is sometimes very slow. I think I might have caught the picture before all of your blog was uploaded. Sorry.
Sweet aroma 