Homeless

'Take me with you.' The homeless girl begged the smart suited man stepping from the train to continue the rest of his journey to work by foot. His slick dark hair glistening from the lights in the tube. 'Please sir' she continued...'Im hungry and very cold.'
She nestled by the esculator as he snubbed her exsitence. What would people think if he assosiated himself with a person who dressed in torn clothes - not forgetting - twice her usual size.

The steep esculator chomped slowly up to the top, the girl looking up and distanced to his eyes. He dropped his head as he looked down upon his shiny clean shoes that just stepped to the floor, and his heart ached from the selfishness swimming through his blood.

He wasn't brought up that way. Ignore the needy. That wasn't what he was brought up to do.

Across the street from the exit of the station, a stall with flowers called to him. He picked the blood red roses - twenty of them - guessing she was around the same age as the amount of roses he'd bought. His shoes tapped along the pathway and back into the station. He watched as the girl continued to beg passerbys - all snubbing her just like he did.

A tear gathered as he watched, and then slowly, he made his way down.The young girl looked up and smiled as he stood within the distance, his grasp upon the roses tightening as he angered through peoples reactions.

The girl rose to her feet. Her smile still dressing her face was the best dress she'd ever owned.

The announcement of another train pulling in echoed around the tunnels. The girl looked at the tracks.
At that moment, the man with the suit dropped the roses and the petals scattered across the platform. His eyes witnessing the girl as she lept high - her body struck by the arriving train - her sad life ignored by the world that passed her by.