Mel had two shifts for the evening. She dressed inappropriately for the cold night ahead. As she walked the streets she regretted wearing stiletto heels. A few cars flashed their lights, pulling over trying to attract her attention. Mel ignored them. She had more important people to visit. They were nameless and desperate but full of gratitude. Her shift was nearly over as she walked the rest of her ‘patch’.
The other volunteers at the soup kitchen replenished her rucksack with fresh food and topped her flask with a warm hearty soup.
Other poor souls would be waiting for her.
Published in Issue #16