Thursday 2 June 2016

Short Scribble 4

Seated in his car's back seat, he was answering a phone call from his boss urging him to reach soon when a hungry looking beggar knocked at his window. Before he could reach for his wallet, the signal turned green and his driver sped away, for they were getting late for the conference. He turned back, looking helplessly at the disappointed man who turned away slowly to return to his place on the pavement before disappearing into the sea of automobiles.

A tear trickled down his cheek as he wondered why he was even attending a conference on reaching out to the poor.

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