Gaberlunzie – a beggar
He was there everyday on the streets with his old dog. He would hold out a hat or a cup and press his head to the floor. He was ashamed. He didn’t want to beg, he didn’t want to be homeless but somehow he had ended up trying to survive like this.
I finally stopped, one April afternoon and decided as if an angel had called upon me to do this good deed. I touched his shoulder softly and met the deep sad eyes of his dog’s.
‘Come with me,’ I said gently, ‘let me help you.’
(Inspired by; http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com)
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