You're Worth It

Another Lovely Morning

    *Freddy's POV

   Another lovely morning in my alley. Its my alley. Its my land. No one cane take it away from me. Its all I have left of her. I still have a strand of her hair in a small baggie I found in the dumpster at the end of my alley. My alley. Ally. That was her name. I miss her so dearly. It pains me so much to think of her. 

   I have to go to work today. I collect tin cans for the florist at the end of the block. She pokes holes in the bottoms and fills them with rich soils and flowers. Blue flowers, red flowers, sometimes even yellow ones. I like the yellow ones, they remind me of her. Of Ally. I need to take my shopping cart and rumage through the trash cans. The florist pays me five cents for each can. Im so grateful of her. Im also grateful of my cart. My cart. There has been many peole, like me, that have tried to steal my cart. They didnt know that this was also Ally's cart. She grew up in this cart. She played with cans, obviously i took away the sharp ones so she wouldnt cut herself. Ally slept in this cart. All bundled up in a blanket that had small hearts and cigarette burns all over it. I tried my best to patch up the holes. I tried to keep her warm. I was trying...

   I began to walk down the chipped sidewalk. It was beginning to cloud up. It was chilly. I hate the cold. I zipped up my worn out jacket a little more. A breeze caught my face and tangled what ever hair was left on my scalp. Pulling up my hood, I turned the corner and saw her. The florist. "Why, Hello there Freddy. How are you this fine mornin'?" she said. "I-Im dandy, Ms.Chanelle. How are you?" I reply shyly. She was so pretty. "Im wonderful, its a lil' chilly but I can manage. You out to get me some cans?" "I am, yes ma'am" I reply. "Oh goody, well you best be on your way, it might rain soon." she remarked. "Will do, have a nice day then." I said hurrying away. My heart was pounding. She is so nice to me, an old, gentle man.
   I carry on with my daily tasks of rumaging, waving at friendly faced peole, every once in awhile resting at benches. Sometimes people would pass and laugh at me. Why did they look down at me like I am dirt. Like I was a, pidgeon lying lifelss on the sidewalk. They would walk around me in disgust or even kick at me. I am no different from them. Sure I didnt have a house or clean clothing. But I had a family. Had...HAD...I want them back...I-I need them. Why must the cold nip at me so cruely? I am but a man. I had very little. I HAVE very little. I have my alley, my cart. I had....I had Ally. I relize I am coming up to my next stop. Mrs. Colby's garden. It was covered in roses, lilacs, daffidels, tulips. The small wire fence seperated me from them. I reach down and gently pick up a small blue and yellow flower. It reminded me of her. Small, blue eyes, thin blonde hair, and a feeble body. I placed the delicate beauty in my cap to protect it from the cold, like what I should have done for her....