Lanny scowled at the boy eyeballing her wares through the window. Surely, he was thinking of stealing.
Snow fell lightly, but it was warm inside, and business was good. All was well.
The boy shivered. An act? Probably. Would he make it through another night? Surely.
Turning a knitted toboggan in her hands, she considered, just for a moment, taking it out to the boy. She imagined his excitement as he donned the cap.
But she was a businesswoman, not a charity. Replacing the toboggan, she turned from the boy at the window, and a bit of her soul died.
WC: 100
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I think souls have been dying piece by piece all around the world….
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Now that is just sad. Businesswoman or not, having a heart counts in the long run!
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You’ve written your story skilfully, painting the shifting emotions felt by the main character as she assesses her situation. You also make it clear that her final decision wasn’t based on the facts of the boy’s predicament but on her own self-perception as a businesswoman – and her innate meanness. To do all this while making us interested in her is clever writing. Well done!
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Thanks so much for the kind words Penny! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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How sad. Scrooge in female form. He learned to change. Maybe she will, too.
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We can hope.
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