“Are you hurt?”, a female voice said.
“My paperwork!”, was all of Penny’s reply.
She got up and tried to grasp as many sheets as she could. Without another word, the stranger helped her. She was a woman of Penny’s age, with a friendly face and an air of fun around her. She hurried behind the sheets as if they were her own, ignoring the rain that was soaking her lovely shirt. She followed one last especially rebellious sheet that was flying towards the road and the cars. She grabbed it a split second before a bus passed - it could have taken the sheet (and, more importantly, the stranger) with it, but the stranger didn’t seem bothered. “Done”, she said, handing the sheets of paper to Penny.
She thought Who are you, Mary Poppins?
Then she broke in to tears.
[...to be continued!]
"Sometimes - often I think - telling stories that are embarrassing or even downright crazy is easier when you're telling them to a stranger." Stephen King
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