The WaifA Story by Dave The Waif She was barely nineteen going on fourty, a child of the city, rambling through its corridors searching for sustenance. Tall cold pillars of concrete and steel surround her. She sheathed only in garments that others had long ago discarded. "Shoes" a combination of torn up cardboard boxes and newspapers bound together with found duct tape. Ages have passed since she felt the bitter cold that gnawed at her, hiding the ache that is ever present in her stomach. Her face streaked with dirt she didn't see, but knew was there. A fleeting glimpse in a store window told her it was true. She didn't cry anymore; there was no use, it didn't do any good. Forgetting her hunger, what she wants most is a hug, love and most of all, someone who cares.
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1 Review Added on November 2, 2024 Last Updated on November 3, 2024 AuthorDaveBridgewater, NJAboutDavid B. Pincus I am a retired teacher. I have taught in grades 5th-8th in New Jersey. I am married and have two grown daughters and four grandsons. I enjoy playing tennis and traveling. With m.. more..Writing
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