Good Deed

Cold. Everything was wet and cold. The streets were flooded, London was completely under water; people, families, homeless from the flooding. Many were unable to even walk across the water; it was too high for them to touch the floor. It had been raining for three weeks and the Thames over flowed during the middle of the second week, which caused the entire city to be flooded.

It was interesting to see so many people who were used to having somewhere to live walk the streets hungry and cold. I have been homeless for ten years. These people, who were only homeless for almost a week, they finally understood what I felt. What it is like to not have any food, a warm bed, and a warm place to call home.

As I was taking my morning walk, I noticed there was something struggling around in the water. It was a dog, which had something caught on its hind legs. It was a small dachshund, still a puppy and what was tied around its hind legs was its red leash. I crouched down and pet the pup as I took a closer look at him, he had a red collar around his neck. The collar had a dog tag; it read ‘Blinky’, and that’s when I remembered. This dog was lost; there have been flyers all around the area, asking to call a particular number if the dog was ever found.

I picked up Blinky, and looked for the nearest telephone booth. I found one near Shuterland Avenue and Shirland Road, inside there was already a flyer with the number and the photograph of the dog. After I rang the number a woman picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hello, it says to call this number if Blinky were found?” I replied in a questioning tone.

“You found him?! Please tell me where you are, I will try to be there as soon as possible.” She sounded eager.

“I am in the phone booth off of Shuterlan...

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...ping up in glee.

“I know love! He was returned by this really nice man!”

She then turned to me giving me a questioning look.

“I’m sorry, but I never got your name.”

“Arthur, my name is Arthur.”

Harriet then smiled and turned towards her son and his pup.

“Thank Arthur sweetie, he is the nice man who saved Blinky from any harm.”

“Thank you Arrthurr, you brought back my best friend!” He said in such an innocent voice.

After he thanked me, he then ran up to hug me. I remember telling him, that I was glad that I could help and that I hoped that life treat would him well. Watching the little boy walk side by side with his pup just brought warmth in my heart. The little boy needed his pup, it was his only friend and he was fighting a tough battle. He was so young, yet already exposed to the dangers of the world. A trooper he was, for fighting such an enormous battle.