Cedar Street

She wandered into the bar, disheveled, lost… She stood near the entrance and squinted as she looked around the dim room.

Jimmy watched her for a minute. Something about her seemed… off to him. He set down his beer and approached her carefully.

“You gonna come all the way in or stand in the doorway honey?” he asked.

Startled by his rough voice, she looked up at him and began to cry.

“I have to get to Cedar Street. I don’t know why. I don’t even know where I am now. But I need to get to Cedar Street right away.”

Closer up, he could see a line of blood from a gash on her forehead dripping down the side of her face. Her left eye was puffed up and her hair had bits of leaves and dirt matted throughout the tangled mess.

He gently laid his hand on her arm and led her to the nearest barstool. “What’s your name sweetie?”

She looked at him for several seconds. “I- I don’t remember.”

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