It was generally believed she lived on the corner. Not that anyone really knew. It was just that, when the locals discussed the matter, they all agreed on one thing; she would stop, look around, then turn the corner.
And, long after their curiosity had been aroused they would rush to see which door she entered.
Yes, to the generational inhabitants of the Eastside she represented a curious anomaly……… she smiled……..always…. but never spoke.
They devised a plan, sure to work, that would satiate the very reason they noticed her in the first place.
Positioning themselves, covertly, in the doorways either side of the apex that caused such infernal grief, they waited.
When she appeared, strolling nonchalantly on her way, their eyes lit up and hearts beating faster they anxiously awaited her arrival at the corner.
As if on cue she stopped, looked around, then turned the corner.
As she did so the bravest of those hiding broke cover and ran speeding ’round the corner to catch the mystery only to knock each other flat to the ground.