Literature
A Cup of Coffee
It was early morning, and I was walking down a side walk along a crowded street. The sun was rising in front of me, shining down the rows of office buildings I passed on my way to work. The snow crunched under my feet. I held my black overcoat against the wind, and turned toward a coffee shop.
“Spare some change for a drink?” a voice said.
I looked down to see an old man sitting by the door. He had long, ragged hair, and was wrapped in a torn jacket.
I looked down at him, wrinkling my nose. This wasn’t the first time he had asked. “If you want change, work for it. No one ever gave me anything.” I turned away,