The red gown was more of a crimson really. I wasn't sure why she had taken it just to sit down at a doorway just down the street. She had shown up with enough money for a new garment, I'd given it to her and she'd just sort of walked aimlessly down to the doorway and sat down.

It kind of made me hate her. I know you shouldn't hate little girls but I hated this bullshit. I mean, seriously, just leave. Don't make me sit there and wonder about what the fuck is going on. Like, I don't need to know if she has a family or is an orphan or whatever. Sigh.

After she sits there for about an hour my better instincts come over. I come over to ask what's up.

She looked up at me and told me "Nothing. I'm just tired". This seemed like it was probably not too true as there were tears evident. "Anything I can do to help?". "No".

Well, did my part. Headed on back to my stall and decided to start selling some more of these gowns. I don't get drunk without any money!

When I looked up later she was gone. Excellent! Now, I can forget her and that gown. During that time I sold an emerald gown, and a gown blue like the sky. Now, did these young women hang about and make me worry? Hell no! They went on home to their loved ones and showed off the wonderful masterwork I had made. That's how it's supposed to go.

I'm discontinuing those crimson gowns. They are always trouble.