Dreaming of…

His back was sore, he leaned it against the wall behind him, but it gave little comfort. It was cold outside, cold on the ground, cold against the wall, cold everywhere, and he didn’t want to remember that he had nowhere to go tonight. And he was hungry.

A passerby threw a dollar and it landed on the ground to the left of him. He saw the crumpled bill and started crying. He felt incredibly hopeless. The world passed him by and he couldn’t keep up.He reached down to grab the bill, his sign fell. This was the one he’d been Dreaming of… He unfolded the crumpled bill.

It was $100.





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