Sally Hendrickson: A Narrative Fiction

On late Friday morning, Mr. Johnson left his house and talked to his neighbor Edward Nygma who had recently lost his wife in a car accident. “Good morning Edward,” Mr. Johnson said, “how are you doing today?” “I’m doing ok, I guess.” Edward replied, “just a little tired.” “Well here’s some cash to go buy yourself something nice today,” Mr. Johnson said Mr. Johnson then walked down the street a couple of blocks through the busy crowd. When he bumps into a young lady named Sally Hendrickson. “ T t terribly sorry miss.” Mr. Johnson stutters “It’s quite alright it was my fault.” Sally replied
“Could I chat with you for a minute?” Mr. Johnson asked “ I am very late, I have to go sorry.”