Creative Writing: The Homeless

As the church bell rang, Winter gently awoke from her sleep. Taking a glance at her clock, she noticed that her awakening was not necessary, for it was too early to do anything. Pulling her covers back onto herself, she reposes calmly back into her comfortable position. Growing up, Winter always kept a benefactor attitude towards everyone that came upon her. Although she arrived everyday to a home that consists of nothing but the same old dusty furniture, and the same feeling of cold, miserable darkness while being alone. She never showed truculence, for she was happy with what God had given her. On her way to work each day, she perceives the same homeless man. She watches him plod through dumpsters in search of food daily, and with this

She had the idea of embarking on taking her time to change the dearth of the rare smiles on the people who were homeless around her. Winter started to express her altruism a little more each day. She knew that she would never become a diffident person and with the help of God she would be indomitable. As she began to pack lunches, she heard a distant knock from the door. Kayla was at the door, a friend she had not spoken to in a few months.

“Kayla!”

The two friends shared a long hug and Winter got back to what she was doing.

“What are you doing?” asked Kayla

“I’m making a difference, packing lunches for the homeless as Christmas gift.”

“The homeless? Really Winter? Come on! Let's go to the movies instead of this, you're wasting your time!”

Winter stopped what she was doing and began to feel pungent and insulted.

“Excuse me? How dare you? Do you sleep outside in the cold every night? Do you dig in dumpsters for a meal? Or do you go home every day living a comfortable life in which you take advantage of with your selfishness? Do they not deserve a little love during the holidays? Or do they deserve

Your ridiculous, I can’t believe such virulent people live in this world.”

Politely, Winter asks Kayla to leave, not showing an act of chivalry, she watches Kayla walk to her car and afterwards slams the door behind her. Feeling relieved that Kayla was finally out of her sight Winter remembered what she had to do and immediately went back to work. As she walked back inside, she noticed the houses across the street trimmed with christmas lights, and she soon became full of the christmas spirit. Diligently working on the lunches, Winter knew that showing clemency towards these people would create a smile upon them all. It’s Christmas Day, light snowflakes fell to the ground as people went around happily, caroling with their families. The tempting smell of gingerbread and pumpkin pie was everywhere. Noticing how jolly her town was, Winter woke up with a strong feeling of infallibility. She was confident with what she would be doing for the homeless even though it wasn't a facile action. There were people who would remiss in their actions, but not Winter, she would shine through with temerity this Christmas. As she drives around town seeking for any homeless, she remembers the same man who lived next to a dumpster. Immediately she drove around the block in search of him, when she spots him she pulls over. Handing the old man a bag lunch, she began to feel an intense assent with her doings. Before leaving him to continue seeking for more of the homeless, the man whispers