Fate

London had just finished packing his "house" when it happened. It was just another day in this cruel world, he had packed his pride a long time ago so he could survive. He had to beg just so he could sleep with something to hold his breath during the night. As he walked down the streets of New York, he didn't know what fate had in store for him, what his heart has been longing for was only two minutes away. As the people stared at him with disgust London's heart clenched suffocating him, burying the little self-esteem he had twelve feet deeper into the dirt. London lowered his head and kept walking, his fate was now a few seconds away. His bare feet landed on the hard concrete , not looking up ,his feet moved two more steps deeper into the road. He was only two more feet away from his fate when he looked up, the black sleek car was only seconds away from him as his last step landed back on the road.