Digby woke up and put the begging jacket on his back and off he went down to one of the busy corners in the city . It was just before the morning rush hour when he sat down inside a shop doorway watching people going to work . Around his neck, suspended by a piece of string was a cardboard sign with the words, homeless , hungry and in need .
He called out to the first man who passed by.
”Good morning sir , could you spare a few coins?”
“Get a job “ Came the reply .
Digby immediately answered .
“I got paid off and lost my job .“
“It’s a hard world all right .”
Said the well dressed man .
“Well I don’t wish it on you sir but it could be you in my place next week or maybe your son or daughter . You should never take anything in life for granted .“
That response sent a shiver through the gentleman on the pavement who immediately put his hand in his pocket and handed over a fistful of coins to Digby and as he did he said .
“ That’s very true G.ood luck. I hope things get better for you . “
Digby put the coins away isand said to himself ,
“Well that’s a good start “inside a long sock and noticed a lady approaching and he said ,
“Hello . Isn’t it a beautiful morning .“
She passed him by like he was invisible .
Digby shouted aloud .
“:Hey you in your high heel shoes with your nose in the air . Have you heard of heaven. ?
She stopped and looked at him .
Digby continued ,
“ Thank you for stopping to acknowledge my existence .“
The lady replied .
“Yes I’ve heard of heaven . Are you going there ?”
Digby smiled ,
“Of course I am . My name is Digby and I can tell by the way you talk that you’ll be going there yourself .”
“My name is Silvia and I am blind . The only reason I knew you were there is because you shouted out to me . “
Digby replied ,
“Silvia, aren’t you supposed to have some sort of stick or a guide dog?”
“Why would I need anything like that . I’ve counted every step from my flat to every corner . I know every traffic light along the way to the railway station . I might be blind but I see things in a different way”
“”Could you spare a few coins Silvia ?”
“So you’re a beggar ?”
“Not by choice . I’m a victim of circumstance . I came here to this city as a tourist and was robbed of all my possessions from my hotel room and I am now homeless and hungry “.
“I’ll have no spare change but I’ll give you some advice . Put on some dark glasses and get a white stick . They work wonders for a beggar.”
Silva turned and walked away .
Digby said to himself . Now why didn.t I ever think of that ?
The next person who came along was a tall lady in her fifties as she came next to Digby he said ,
“Excuse me Mam , do you know what time it is ?”
The Lady ignored him and was about to keep walking but something made her stop . She looked again and recognised the buttons on Digby’s jacket . Even though the jacket was worn and faded she knew those brass buttons very well because her late husband had the same jacket with the same buttons when he was a soldier , sent to fight for his country . The lady opened up her handbag and took a small bundle of notes , then she looked at her wrist watch ,
She smiled and said
“I salute you sir , its 730 am . Please get yourself some breakfast..“
She bent over and put the money inside the jacket pocket before continuing on her way .
Digby took the cash and counted out a few hundred dollars .
He said to himself , well that’s my quota for the day . No need to do anymore . He got on his feet and walked back to his flat .
He took off his begging clothes and went into the bathroom for a shave and a shower . Then he put the kettle on , boiled a few eggs .
After breakfast he ironed his short and put on his suit and tie .
Digby grabbed his car keys , then walked out of the flat .
He opened the door of the garage and drove to his day job at
The Metro Trading Bank where he worked as manager of one of the City’s leading banks .
Digby often boasted at work to all of his colleagues about the second job he had where he earned twice as much as what the bank paid .
No one ever found out where he worked , Digby kept that secret to himself .
Well written and thought out, with a couple of typos that can be overlooked for the gist of the story.
Our society has a fascination with wealth and wealth building. It was good that you chose Digby's profession as a banker. Bankers are well-known to come up with ways to pad their income. Bankers provide little for society and make money from the exchange of money. They are actually welfare cheats, similar to the fictional Digby that you show in your story.
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