Running On.....

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Running on

           

            ‘Running, on and on, till time itself becomes withered’

My name is Hannah, and this is why I must run.

            We were at the market. My shoes were worn out, so mammy said she’d buy me a new pair. Together, we walked to our usual shoe stall. The owner was very nice- we called him Jimmy.

“What can I do for you today, Myra?” Jimmy chirped to mammy in his usual cheery tone.

“Oh, just getting new shoes for my little Hannah, here,” mammy replied, patting me on the head.

“Well why don’t you have a look around, Hannah?” Jimmy suggested, gesturing me towards the little girl’s shoes. I simply nodded. Row after row, I inspected each shoe, before I stumbled across a shiny, black pear with a buckle fastening the shoe just under the ankle. They were quite plain, but I had my heart set on them.

“I like these ones, mammy, they’re lovely, aren’t they!” I exclaimed with delight.

“Yes they are love, how much are these, Jimmy?” mammy asked.

“Well, Myra, they’re thirty eight pounds, made of the finest leather. If that’s a bit pricey for you, then I can do you a special deal, just for you,” he winked at mammy. A lot of men seemed to do that to her.

Mammy didn’t seem to take any notice of the wink.

“How much are we talking?” she questioned.

“Well, I can do them for thirty pounds, eight whole pounds off!” he said with excited, wide eyes that were meant to excite us too, but just made him look like someone had punched him in the groin.

“Couldn’t you go any lower, Jimmy love?” mammy pleaded.

“I’m sorry, Myra, but a man has to make a living, I’m already giving them to you cheap. I can’t go any lower.” Mammy spun on her heels and crouched down so that she was eye- level with me.

“I’m sorry, pet, but it’s just too high!” ........ ((To be continued))

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