After all the years we’ve lived here, I finally got chosen for jury duty. In the fifteen years I was eligible for the duty in my hometown, I rarely got called, but when I did I had to serve. In the seventeen years we’ve been here, it seems like I get the call annually, or pretty close to it, but I’ve never had to serve–until now. Until the busiest month of the year for me. Funny how the court doesn’t really care if you had other plans, like the book signing in Rusk tomorrow.
I saw something yesterday that stuck with me for some reason. I was sitting on a bench in a narrow hall lined with those of us waiting to go into the courtroom. A young woman–no older than twenty-one, I’m sure–had to walk past us to get where she was going. Although she maintained her full height of probably five-seven or five-eight, her shoulders curled in just a bit as if to shrink her size. She kept her arms straight, and she held her purse with both hands in front of her, pressed against her lower abdomen as she walked. Her head was slightly bowed and she peered at her goal from underneath her brow. Her cheeks were tinged with red, and her smile was shy and charming.
I’ve seen timid people walking through crowds before, feeling like they were the center of unwanted attention as they went, their shyness shining like a new copper penny. I don’t know why this lady stuck in my mind, but she’ll be tucked away just in case I need a character like her someday.