There are hundreds of Mary's in the world, a few might even buy that cup of coffee!.
Mary often looked at her reflection in the shop windows, she even managed to get her reflection to superimpose itself upon
a new garment displayed in the shop window!. “If I did myself up a bit, had a perm, put on a bit of lipstick that dress would lovely on me”!. She pulled her ragged coat tightly around her skinny body and sat in the doorway of a shop!.
Mary had been used to sleeping about with this chap and that, not that she did so for her own pleasure but that she would be warm in a bed, or upon a mattress thrown on some doss house floor!. She would have the company of someone for the night!. It was not much to ask was it, to have a place to lay her head however late she was able to get to sleep, or what price she had to pay for her lodging!. She knew that in the morning she would be thrown out to beg again for her next meal, her next bed for the night!.
She was forty, had had three kids all taken away from her by the State!. An illegal abortion tore something inside of her so there were no more kids for her!. Perhaps it was for the best; hell, she had forgotten what her kids looked like anyway!. Ten years ago the last one was taken, what was her name, Beryl after her Mom, but Beryl who; who was the father!. It doesn't matter it's all in the past and God only knows what the future held for her!.
"Got a five dollars for a cup of coffee Mister!?" She looked at the five dollar note then looked at the man walking away from her!.”Thanks mister” she shouted after him!. She looked at the crumpled note, there were few who ever gave her what she asked for!. Usually it was a copper coin or perhaps some silver rarely any more that a couple of dollars!.
She made her way to the dark alley and disappeared down its throat!. alright maybe she would feel like hell in the morning when the affects wore off but she wouldn't feel the groping hands all over her body, or have to smell the stinking breath that breathed hot on her face!. With any luck she might not even wake up!. Www@QuestionHome@Com