Tell Me A Story

Tell Me a Story The man who asked me for money so he could take the train home, a sad figure when asked he, didn´t knows where home was anymore. And he told me a story how he lost his wife. She was knifed when coming home from a girls’ night out, just outside their house, he heard her cry ran she was on the pavement bleeding from a wound in her chest and the assailant had fled. He had no phone everyone else had been running away, it was just her and him in the dark street; he picked her up and ran barefoot to the nearest hospital and passing cars would not stop. She dies in his arms, knew she was dead when he saw her souls, as plasma, leaving her body and she became slack and heavy in his arms, forgive me I have left you down he had whispered. I was deeply moved by his story and gave him money to travel to his nowhere home. I didn´t believe his story, had read the novel, but thought he told it beautifully and had earned his keep.