Monday, July 12, 2010

Forgotten

As she sat staring at her feet, wondering how she would stave off the newest round of starvation, twenty bucks sat muffled at the bottom of her knapsack. It wasn't money justly earned, but given freely by another beggar who knew he was better off. She hadn't forgotten about it. She was merely unaware of its existence.

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  1. Monica ManningJuly 12, 2010 at 11:56 AM

    There are so many things going on here and I don't know where to start. "...sat muffled at the bottom of her knapsack." I love that line. "Muffled" speaks on many levels (of which I am thankful I know nothing about). And there's a subtle hint that the one who gave might have thought he was better than her and it begs (no pun intended!) the question of whether there is a class structure among beggars. I am left with a feeling of sadness, but elation that there exists, even in despair, hope and charity.

    Wonderful piece, Heather!

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  2. HeatherJuly 12, 2010 at 6:12 PM

    Thank you Monica.

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