Penny Century

If ever a person’s monicker did exactly what it said on the tin, it was Penny Century.

She was the first baby born this century in a daisy field who grew to a certain age and never looked a day older even as family and friends withered and died around her.

As her 100th birthday approached, she weaved herself a bikini made of daisies to commemorate her birth place, stood in her backyard, lantern in hand with her trusty dusty companion, Skip, and welcomed the turn of the century with open arms.

And she was damn well determined to add another 100 notches to her belt.

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