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The Alley

In the darkest of night, I stand huddled next to the big garbage bin. With the wind blowing, I am chilled to the bone. It is sharp and painful. Trying to crouch down, I manage to sit. Wedging my body between the wall and the garbage bin. The wind………must protect myself from it. How long can I remain here?

My eyes, vacant. My face, sunken. My stomach, knotted. My head throbbing………The wind, forcing me into awareness of my situation. How did I get here?

I need sleep. My body is tired and weak. I need food and shelter. But how? Where? Must think……..but I can’t. The wind……….so harsh and cold………..consuming my every thought.

A noise. Shhhhh. Must be quiet. A shadow coming this way. Silence. It’s just another faceless, homeless person. Don’t seek shelter here. This is my home. Must be ever so quiet. The wind, increasing in speed and piercing through my skin. I watch, as he slowly passes by.

Alone again…