Liberty's Sparkle (1)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (1)"
   
   Liberty was in her early 20's; moreover, a blonde bombshell without the bomb--no shapely curves and buxom brilliance.  Still, she was adorable, yet suffered the sublimity of Jude the Obscure.
   Liberty stocked the shelves at her local grocery market in the Midwest.  The reason for not being a check-out girl was due to the fact that she had a bit of social phobia and didn't want to get any contagious cooties from slovenly folk.
   She lived in a modest studio apartment near the grasslands.  Was a bit out there, beyond the sprawl of suburban living, and she had a pet pooch named Spanky.  Spanky was a fiery little terrier, but loyal to the bone.  He was neutered.  She got him that way when having adopted him; thus, she felt no guilt, not being the soul who emasculated a bit of his corporeal spirit.
   As she constantly blew her dirty-blonde hair out of her face with melancholy puffs, putting cans of green beans on the little market's shelves, she wondered aloud, softly:  "Is there anything else out there for me?"  It was her hopeful and seemingly perpetual mantra.