Betty Dances (291 Words)
Five years old and Betty was as much a mystery to her mother as she was the day she was born. The little girl seemed so serious, straightening her hair with pudgy fingers, watching not her hair but her own frowning face in the mirror.
“I never wanted to be a ballerina when I was her age either,” said a man’s quiet, teasing voice.
Shuttle Driver (117 Words)
It had been twelve years since she had stood at that shuttle stop. But there he was, that same driver she remembered from when she was a kid. She smiled without thinking but she was smiling at a memory. He saw hundreds of passengers every day, hundreds of new faces each week. He didn’t remember her.