The Food Bank: A Short Story

"Hey John." Sabrina whispered the the sleeping Jon.
"What? What!?" John growled. John was a heavy sleeper and did not like to be woken up, especially in the cold, dry mountain winter.
"It's Tuesday, your turn." Sabrina said this with a chuckle.
Every day one of them would go down to the food bank and bring back a real meal for breakfast. It was better that starting the day with what they use to eat before the food bank opened, a small fry from McDonald's.
"You shouldn't complain. That food bank has been a lifesaver this winter. It's better than that crap Mr. Shepard gives us."
Sabrina was right. John and Sabrina worked their butts off for old Mr. Lance and he gives them a couple carrots, some old stale bread, and two pieces of olive loaf.

I'll get going." Jon started off the icy sidewalk slipping and sliding on the concrete.
John may have been homeless, but he was happy. He slid like a child on the ice and said hi to everyone he saw. He saw all of the familiar sights. A big billboard for the Son of God movie. A stop sign that says "dont STOP me now." The old man with three dark black dogs always feeding the birds. It was always somehow happy.
When John arrived at the food bank, the line was long but he could see there was still a lot of food left. Everyone around him was wearing raggedy old coats, but in the last few weeks, he had saved up enough money to buy a warm parka.
When he was about halfway through the line he started to make small talk with the other people in line, anxious to get Sabrina and himself some food. The food was great a couple pieces of sausages, two eggs, and a biscuit per person. Thinking about it made his mouth water and his hunger even more

I don't work on Sundays," said John, confused.
"Oh so I guess you don't want to get paid at all,"
"What? You can't do that Sabrina and I work hard. We work our butts off for you and then you threaten to fire us for not working on Sunday?" John was mad now.
"So you do want to get fired, I see how it is."
Mr. Shepard was a bitter old man. He never had much of a family and he lived alone. Used to be somewhat of a weird recluse but then last summer he started hiring the homeless around Denver. He's gone too old to mow his lawn and trim his bushes and vacuum his house. He was seen as a kind old man until his workers found out who he really was. All of his workers quit that summer except for John and Sabrina they really need the money.
"You know what Mr. Shepherd if you were half as nice as the people here at the food bank, maybe you wouldn't have lost all your workers. I quit and so does Sabrina. John stormed off back to Sabrina. Mr. Shepherd tried to chase after him but he was way too slow.
When John returns he didn't know how to feel. He had gotten breakfast, but he also lost his and Sabrina's jobs. He didn't know what to tell her.
"Hey," John said quietly.
" Oh, breakfast. Sweet! Most important meal a day you