The first blogstory I wrote was titled the Gambler this is Part Two, or maybe Part Too? Twice as long?
Denise tired from her attempted rest in the almost warm sun, decided to walk toward the pet food store,
she so badly wanted a cat or a dog, but she could not feed herself good food or everyday, so how could she keep a pet. She was hoping they would let her in, just to look, and dream.
She did not have a home, the back door of an an unused garage in a trodden down neighbourhood was where she lived. A long pallet kept her 5 foot frame off the cold cracked concrete. There were several layers of cardboard and hidden in a concrete pillar tube mold was her blanket for winter. She kept it wrapped in a plastic bag. This had worked for the last three years. She was near her favorite park, her favorite store and the Salvation Army Office was further but well work the walk, when she was able.
As she was walking she pulled the bright purple scarf, over her graying hair, it made her feel warm, and the colors brightened her mood, even if it was only for a little while. The brown tones in the scarf picked up the dirt patches on her coat. She had found the scarf, on the bench she always sat on. Someone had left it there, she still did not know if it was okay to take it, she just was not sure if it was right or was it really meant for her?
The family never came out to the garage. There was a tap in the garage, that never had been turned off even in winter. She was always able to get water to drink or was up quickly. She was surely blessed, despite not having lived in a normal situation for twenty-three years. As she walked there was a catch in her ankles and her knees; carrying the weight she had, she was overweight, she knew and everyone thought street people were slim or under fed. She had a poor choice of food all the time, too much sugar or to much fat or both. She craved meat every day. Some days there was nothing at all. She had lost track of where she was and had walked past the pet store, she was about to turn around and go back when she saw it, leaning against a wall. There was metal coffee mug.
She paused looking carefully around. No one had noticed the mug, sadly too no one had noticed her.
She picked up the stainless steel mug and was not sure what to do should she hide it? Should she open it? It felt empty. To her right there was the entrance to a well known coffee shop. She tried to pry the lid off, her hands were not able. She halfheartedly went to the door, and hesitated entering a world she had only watched from the outside. Trapped in her fear, frozen in indecision.
A man broke the spell pulling on the handle and gestured she was to go first saying, " the next cup, is the best cup of the day at this place, you go ahead and get it, eh?" Her fear washed by the wayside, the coffee aroma and sounds of chatter poured out the opened door to meet her; all together an invitation for her to step inside. Denise for the first time, joyfully accepted.
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