A HOMELESS FRIEND
Bad luck – the light turned red, and I was trapped standing at the corner. I prayed for it to change quickly. He was standing too close to me. And besides, it was cold and I was getting wet from the snow. “Can I have something for my file, mister?” he asked. This one was a crazy – no doubt about it. The grimy box under his arm gave him away immediately. Crazies always carry something, usually a shopping bag with handles. They can be unstable, but this guy looked pretty safe. “Sorry, no money.” I had repeated the old lie so often it came out automatically. “Have you got anything for my file?” he repeated. Finally his message sank through. I fished in my pocket, pulled out a brochure, and handed it to him. “No!” he shouted. Then, almost pathetically, he finished, “I don’t have a file for that.” I took it back and turned away. Come on light –…
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