Volume 1, No. 1

Pennington's Dance / Russell... 1

As Mr. Pennington locked up the shop for the evening, he was already thinking about how he would approach Nora “I mean Mrs. Flemming.” he thought to himself. “We mustn’t be taking liberties we haven’t been given permission for yet must we?; There will be time enough for me to be calling her Nora.”
Mr. Pennington had owned the corner shop on the end of Waldham Road in a borough of East London for over 35 years. “A man of success, that’s me.” He would tell his customers as he sold them tea, sweets and ices as well as the usual staples such as milk, bread, carrots, potatoes and mincemeat. Mr. Pennington was of the Church of England, but he never held it against anyone that didn't share his faith. "Oh no, each to his own," he would say. "Each to his own." Of course most of his customers were from St. Thomas's Catholic parish around the corner, and they didn't believe for a minute that old Pennington meant what he said.