Angels Gift And Other Stories
rella and decided against it, a decision I soon regretted when halfway to the
n the other side of the pillar was a rag-covered man sitting on the floor, he also had his back ag
s one of the many homeless people who had made a home unde
monologue about how awful the weather was. I wasn't listening but impati
any change for lu
to and from the laundrette, plus the money for the was
nd the night in the cold, while I had a nice warm bed to go to. What was a walk in the col
t out so
the money to him, "I hope t
he hadn't expected me to give him
are kind-hearted and very much deser
s talking about and didn
opped me again, "I hav
of rags at his side and
e said, stretc
ing and realized it was a tie
ppy to help, no need
It's a gift for you. You won
let me be on my way, but I resolved to t
I turned back to ask him but he was gone, along with his pile of rags. I looked around, no sign of
left for the
laundrette and was very irri
Monday morning. It was from the bank where I'd applied some weeks ago. I had been praying to get invited for an interview, and now
, looked at my clothe