Noreen Part I

Gather 'round Close your eyes and Listen as I tell you a tale:

Let me introduce you to Noreen She, much like a sponge, sits and soaks everything in. Every morning you can see her Sitting, and staring. Sometimes, with a crossword puzzle nestled between her fingers.

As usual, Noreen sat there. All day, everyday. Contented by just sitting there, Watching, She watched as the buzz passed her by, Cocooned in her bus shelter.

Who did she watch? Why was she there?

As days passed, Getting colder, Families passing with their trees, The scent of sap filling the air, Festive lights emerging, Noreen stayed there. Alone. Yet in the company of passersby.

Did anyone notice her?