Lost Things

Chapter 5 The pink polka dot scarf

Charlotte had ran away from her home approximately three weeks ago. That was what she thought as she walked down the street. It was crowded and no-one paid her a second glance, that was why she choose to walk down it. She did not have much, only a few changes of clothes', a bit of cash, and the small pocket watch around her neck that was given too her by her father. She did not remember him very well, he had died in a car crash a few days after she turned eight. That was when it had started, her moms drinking problem and the fact that she gambled away every Penny that Charlotte made to pay off the house and food. She had to do it, her mom never could hold down a job for more than a few weeks and it was never a good paying job. It was always jobs in bars or old run-down fast food places. She continued to walk down the old beaten up road, looking down at her old tennis shoes. It was so, so cold out-side this time of the year and all she had to protect herself for said cold was an old jacket that she picked up at a thrift store a few days ago along with an pick polka dot scarf that she detestation, but it was all they had. But as she walked up to the old abandoned building which she had called home for the past few weeks, she adjusted her scarf and made it a bit looser around her neck because she knew that it would be warm inside the building. Charlotte pulled the second necklace she had, a old key that when to the door and opened it. She walked in, shutting and locking the door behind and sat down in the corner by her stuff. Then she realized that her scarf must have blown away in the wind for it was not around her neck. She cursed under her breath and went to go search for it outside. But it was nowhere to be found. She made her way back inside and went to sleep. Meanwhile, the pink polka dot scarf had blown with the wind although way down the street and had been caught by swift hands, even though age had taken its toll on the old man who had caught the scarf he was determined to catch this and that he did. He put the scarf close to his face to examine it, it looked like something that a child might wear he thought to himself. He asked around for the next half an hour trying to figure out whose scarf it was but to no avail. The street was nearly empty now, this late at night so the old man took the scarf with him and walked home. For this scarf was once a Childs, then a lonely girl, then a lost thing in the wind, and now it was with a kind old man. Even though it wasn't lost for very long, that did not change the fact that for a moment it had no home. Another lost thing in this world had been found.