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It's been four years since she died, my wife Ellie. Only took me three months to lose my house. Everything I own I carry on my back, I don't dare leave it under the bridge (that's where I sleep) people will nick it.
Living life like this, everyday is torture. Your stomach is always grumbling, the nights are always cold, but nothing is worse than all the pitying looks people give you as you beg for their spare change. I can't believe I used to laugh at fellas like I am now.
The name is Ed. Ed and Ellie, a match made in heaven some would say. I always thought she was an angel, especially with those sparkling blue eyes and her long golden hair. If I believed in God and all that, she'd probably be shaking her head in heaven from seeing how far I've fallen.
x-x-x-x-x
Scrounging through dumpsters now for something to calm the beast inside. I find a half-eaten doughnut and some left over fries. I pick of the maggots and dig in.
"Eww." Comes a voice from behind. "Do you want my sandwich? Mummy put chicken and cheese on it, but I'm not hungry." I turn to see a small girl, no older than six, standing in a school uniform. Her voice sounds like chimes blowing in the wind.
She opens a lunchbox and reaches over to pass me her sandwich. I found myself frozen stiff, paralyzed by her kindness. I've been given sandwiches before, but not from a child, normally they scream when they see me.
"Thank you." I uttered, a wide smile came across her face and she stepped forward and handed me her sandwich. Then I see them. Those eyes, as blue as Ellies. It almost makes me cry.
"Mummy's waiting at home so I better go. Will you be here tommorrow?" She asks. She wants to meet me again? Didn't her mother teach her not to talk to strangers?
"Uh...I..I.." I mumble. "Yes." I don't know if that was a good decision to make, but I've got nothing to lose.
"Okay. Bye." She calls as she runs off.
x-x-x-x-x
So here I am the next day, waiting for the mysterious child. After a while I begin to think she isn't going to come.
"Hello, Do you want my sndwich again? Mummy was at work so daddy had to make it." She pulls a face that tells me she doesn't like daddy's sandwiches.
"Yes, please." I say. She only stays for ten minutes before she has to run home.
"What's your name?" She asks before she leaves.
"Ed." I tell her simply. "What's your name?"
"Grace." Her chime voice replies.
x-x-x-x-x
We meet like this every school day, Grace and I. And it's not long before I begin to miss her stories of her day or all the vacations she's been on. She never asks me many questions, I like that.
After visiting me at the dumpster for five months, suddenly I don't see her. At first, I miss her terribly and hope she's not gone for long. But three years pass and no more Grace.
x-x-x-x-x
When Grace came, my life was good. She made me happy. Like Ellie had sent me an angel of her with eyes like hers, but then I think why would she take Grace from me?
My life spirals back down to where it was before Grace found me, and it kept spiralling down further. I gave up begging, I gave up eating, not that i did much anyway.
One night I find myself so down that I begin to cry, really cry. My emotions run wild, I scream and yell and kick bins over. People are staring but I don't care. I lose control of myself, soon I'm walking somewhere, I don't know where until I get there.
The dumpster. I kick it so hard I think I break a bone. The pain is excruciating, not my foot, but my heart. Everything seems overwhelming, so I make the one move I promised myself I'd never make.
I walk out onto the road, just as a truck comes. As it's headlight come closer and brighten my surroundings, I instantly regret trying this.
Across the road, standing in a yellow dress with a handful of roses, is Grace. She is all grown up. I wouldn't have recognised her if it werent for those eyes.
"Ed!" She screams.
Like many have said, my life flashed before my eyes. The last thing I remember of it was Grace. And I make a mental note to her.
If I get out of this Grace...things are going to change for the better.
Living life like this, everyday is torture. Your stomach is always grumbling, the nights are always cold, but nothing is worse than all the pitying looks people give you as you beg for their spare change. I can't believe I used to laugh at fellas like I am now.
The name is Ed. Ed and Ellie, a match made in heaven some would say. I always thought she was an angel, especially with those sparkling blue eyes and her long golden hair. If I believed in God and all that, she'd probably be shaking her head in heaven from seeing how far I've fallen.
x-x-x-x-x
Scrounging through dumpsters now for something to calm the beast inside. I find a half-eaten doughnut and some left over fries. I pick of the maggots and dig in.
"Eww." Comes a voice from behind. "Do you want my sandwich? Mummy put chicken and cheese on it, but I'm not hungry." I turn to see a small girl, no older than six, standing in a school uniform. Her voice sounds like chimes blowing in the wind.
She opens a lunchbox and reaches over to pass me her sandwich. I found myself frozen stiff, paralyzed by her kindness. I've been given sandwiches before, but not from a child, normally they scream when they see me.
"Thank you." I uttered, a wide smile came across her face and she stepped forward and handed me her sandwich. Then I see them. Those eyes, as blue as Ellies. It almost makes me cry.
"Mummy's waiting at home so I better go. Will you be here tommorrow?" She asks. She wants to meet me again? Didn't her mother teach her not to talk to strangers?
"Uh...I..I.." I mumble. "Yes." I don't know if that was a good decision to make, but I've got nothing to lose.
"Okay. Bye." She calls as she runs off.
x-x-x-x-x
So here I am the next day, waiting for the mysterious child. After a while I begin to think she isn't going to come.
"Hello, Do you want my sndwich again? Mummy was at work so daddy had to make it." She pulls a face that tells me she doesn't like daddy's sandwiches.
"Yes, please." I say. She only stays for ten minutes before she has to run home.
"What's your name?" She asks before she leaves.
"Ed." I tell her simply. "What's your name?"
"Grace." Her chime voice replies.
x-x-x-x-x
We meet like this every school day, Grace and I. And it's not long before I begin to miss her stories of her day or all the vacations she's been on. She never asks me many questions, I like that.
After visiting me at the dumpster for five months, suddenly I don't see her. At first, I miss her terribly and hope she's not gone for long. But three years pass and no more Grace.
x-x-x-x-x
When Grace came, my life was good. She made me happy. Like Ellie had sent me an angel of her with eyes like hers, but then I think why would she take Grace from me?
My life spirals back down to where it was before Grace found me, and it kept spiralling down further. I gave up begging, I gave up eating, not that i did much anyway.
One night I find myself so down that I begin to cry, really cry. My emotions run wild, I scream and yell and kick bins over. People are staring but I don't care. I lose control of myself, soon I'm walking somewhere, I don't know where until I get there.
The dumpster. I kick it so hard I think I break a bone. The pain is excruciating, not my foot, but my heart. Everything seems overwhelming, so I make the one move I promised myself I'd never make.
I walk out onto the road, just as a truck comes. As it's headlight come closer and brighten my surroundings, I instantly regret trying this.
Across the road, standing in a yellow dress with a handful of roses, is Grace. She is all grown up. I wouldn't have recognised her if it werent for those eyes.
"Ed!" She screams.
Like many have said, my life flashed before my eyes. The last thing I remember of it was Grace. And I make a mental note to her.
If I get out of this Grace...things are going to change for the better.
One of my insane short stories
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i like this story it almost makes me cry