by Poppy Matt

Created on: March 09, 2009

She always stood at that corner in her rags asking for money. A poor helpless soul; who unfortunately had not been hit with the billion dollar stimulus plan as well as hundreds of her kind that were scattered all over the country. Her name was not known except you considered her as the poor soul or beggar that stayed at no 56 Harley Street.

Meanwhile, Rob Sterling a banker always dropped money for this poor soul whenever he drove back home which was 10 flats away from her base. He had earlier learnt how to show some compassion on poor things like that. He had first thought that the beggar woman was perhaps an old lady but on closer observation he realised that this lady was not that much older than he was perhaps she was not older than 30 years of age but her bad luck had rubbed on her so much that she looked so ancient. As a banker, Rob dealt with money from all kinds of people; embezzled money, legal money. Illegal ones, tax payers money and so on and he had enough to spare. Rob could very well consider himself as one of the luckiest people in this world of recession.

Unlike so many beggars, the beggar woman didn't seem to have a family of her own; one that she was catering for. Rob had severally wondered if she was an orphan or maybe her family lived somewhere else or maybe had been disowned for some reason or the other or maybe a runaway fugitive but he never had the courage to go and ask her; and why? It was simply because of what people would say like "he was sleeping with her for a child or maybe she was his wife or his relation" and as a banker and an important personnel, he simply could not ruin his reputation and therefore kept his curiosity to himself.

Well the chance for him to know all these things about her on one stormy night. The rain was beating hard against the windows and everywhere seemed dead like a graveyard except from the rain beating hard against the concrete and cars parked outside. Rolling on his bed, Rob wondered where the beggar woman was. Was she in that same place or had some gentle soul picked her up? He didn't know. He tried to convince herself that she was okay but then who was he kidding? No one would take her in. they would be too busy thinking about being comfortable during this tempestuous time and they would not be happy to take on another load.

Donning on his jacket, Rob opened his door and crossed out to the street, he didn't need to atop and look at the traffic as there were no cars, not in this storm. He tightened his

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