
Kiki approached the alleyβmarked by a charcoaled cat whose visage seemed to imply it had been the recipient of more undesired luck than it had portended. Natheless, she set forward forth, shortly after which a glimmer from the walk called her attention to what was surely an assurance of streetβs truly serendipitous nature. As she brought it closer for inspection, she initially felt fooled by her hopefulness, having let the shine of such brockage deceive its worth. Her unfamiliarity with its face, though, prompted her to pocket it, purposing protection of its peculiarity. Upon reaching her destinationβboroughβs bakery, she procured listβs three loaves and, then, as she walked to register, wondered if her extra coin might afford a croissant for snack. The cashierβs eyes squinted, dilated, and, then, she reached under the counter, retrieving an envelope in which she secured afternoonβs find, returning it to payee with a motherβs look. Walking home the same way she had comeβwell, tempoed to more of a skip, Kiki held tight to the [repocketed] wrapped disc, the warmth of her hand slowly softening nubs off the paper. And, in the other hand, she happily enjoyed bites of her croissantβtwixt boot taps of her homebound jaunt. ; )



