It was a cold day. Not a day to be out. I could feel a storm coming. The wind betrayed its message. My bare feet splashed through puddles, I shivered as the water soaked into my bones. I wrapped my shall closer. Grasping for its thin layer of warmth. My eyes searched desperately for shelter. Of any kind. My eyes opened wide as they rested on a still form. His grey, bushy beard showed from under his worn jacket. Another hunger victim. Maybe I would be next... I sat down beside him, said a prayer, and reached into his pockets. My heart ached, I shut my eyes for a moment, me, robbing from the dead, what had become of me? What of him? I gasped as I found a coin in his pocket. My mouth watered at the thought of what I could buy with it. His is other pocket was empty. I quickly got up and hurried away. I glanced back to see a woman arrive, also searching. Thoroughly. Her bony hands snatched his jacket away, then his boots...I ran. Never will I grow that desperate. Such disrespect! I sighed as I reached the store. My sadness turned to delight as I smelled fresh bread out of the oven. I approached the bakery cautiously.
"Sir, bread please..."
"Get out of here beggar!"
I turned, my stomach growling. I was still human, they shouldn't treat me like a dog-
"Miss! Girl, the one in the gray shall!"
To be continued...
