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