though two shoes of lead had been branded around them. His breath was short and his

head filled with contempt for his own being. He ran non-stop to his friends waiting two

blocks away in an abandoned ally. He ran not for himself but for his friends, as they had

done time after time for him. The bread that he had stole was not a meal for one, but a

meal for three. The only meal that most would see for two days, and that was in a good

week. If too much bread was stolen the owner of the cart might become suspicious, and

then a new source of food would need to be established.

"I hope you got the bread I am starved." One pauper whispered form the corner.

"Yea, of course I got it, you think I'm gonna let you starve, Jesus. You all

remember the pact right. One don't eat, we all don't eat."

"Come on stop talking and split that bread" The third pauper wined as he talked.

After splitting the bread the three settled down in the corner to go to sleep. As

they drifted to sleep they thought about their close friendship with each other and how any

could manage without the others. As each said goodnight in a repeated triangle of voice

from the garbage. He was amazed at how many novels were thrown out after the reader

"Jack, what in the hell you think your doin, what'd you need to read the news for?

the piece of paper later after it had dried out, as a book mark for the novels he plucked

widened as he jumped to his feet with amazement. "I won, I won, I.... ahhhh, I won!" He

would never get what he wanted. Never would he have a true friend, or peaceful moment.

"Well, if ya must know Charlie, I'm checkin my lottery ticket." Although the

the streets of every city in the United States.

tears when he spoke, he turned for comfort and advice from his friend. Instead he found

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Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)