Raised on a silver spoon and daily mass, I briefly consider crossing the street to avoid the man living outside my office.
Hunkered on a dirty slab of cardboard, a jumble of stained clothing holds the man together. My $600 black pumps tap out my nervous approach. Rattling coins in a rusty can ask the unspoken question. Clenched in my fist is the change from the purchase of my morning addiction.
Holding my breath, avoiding eye contact, I make my deposit. It’s never enough. With the toll paid, I rush on, my guilt alleviated.
Tomorrow a sandwich and hot coffee instead.
Very emotive!
Very real. I liked “toll paid…”
Nicely done!
I felt this one in my soul. Truth.
Yes that’s the way it is. Good job showing it in just 101 words.
Awesome! “the toll paid”…
You captured the moment ! Well done.
Ah, always a dilemma – I love this story!
It’d be good for them to strike up a conversation next time 🙂 You can never tell how far people will drift from their beginnings.. A great piece of writing.
Love you mum.
Let that imagination run.
A world revolving around a sun. Providing a lot, but some have none. A simple token to brighten a day. Might provide a meal.
Might provide a way.
A small sacrifice of daily delight.
Might be all that is right.
Love you mum.
Love your son.