When Sarah Met Clyve, Part 3

[You can read part 1 of this story here, and part 2 here.]

What-have-I-done?  What-have-I-done?  What-have-I-done?

Clyve teetered on the spot and…THUD.

When Sarah Met Clyve, Part 2

You can read part 1 of this story here.

Sarah rolled over, curling into Clyve’s ever-present warmth.  She suspected that he’d found some dizzy, unnatural means of fending off the cold to better survive the winter nights of Washington, DC’s lonelier park benches.  He gave off heat the way a cat or a space heater did.  Lots better though.

When Sarah Met Clyve, Part 1

Not so terribly long ago, perhaps a couple of years, during the time that Sarah’s public history would place her in law school, she was working in our nation’s capital as a checkout clerk at a Mexican grocery store. She’d always loved going to the grocery store and took a peculiar pleasure in using self-checkout lanes so that she could experience the whole ordeal in Spanish. So, this had seemed like the logical next step in terms of doing what she loved.

Each day as she lovingly traveled to her tienda, she thought of what unusual root vegetables might arrive that day or what exotic supernatural trinkets the impulse buys at her checkout lane might include. And each day she passed a variety of panhandlers and other “street folk” (as she fondly thought of them.)