Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Susie often crossed through the park on her way to a particular grocer she liked. While it did not remind her of any home she'd ever had, there was a certain peace she found in it on these warm, sunny days. The peace was threatened a bit by the tension she felt, brittle sparks of harsh red amid soft, lush greens.

In the middle of it all, was a familiar face, a man whose name she could not recall but whose kindness she did.

Approaching him, she smiled warmly, asking, "Do you mind playing with a novice?"