One Cold Night in December

Tonight on my way home, I saw a woman crying against a building.

“Are you okay?”

“No. It’s another night out here in the cold. I’m sick of it.”

And here’s where I failed.

I should have stayed with her.

Instead I went home. I called two shelters. One was full. The other had a mat and a blanket and was willing to let her sleep on the floor.

I grabbed a bag, threw in an apple, orange, packet of salmon, wrapped take-out fork, a bar of soap, a packet of tissues, and some paper towels. Realized I had no bottled water.

I ran back out.

Ran around the neighborhood.

I failed. She was gone.

Today Elon Musk passed the $400 billion mark.

A broken red Christmas ornament.

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2 thoughts on “One Cold Night in December”

    1. He really is a disgusting individual. Remember when he said he was going to get rid of hunger? Whatever happened to that? Rhetorical: He let the public attention go to his head.

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