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|The Soup Kitchen (standard:other, 1573 words)|
|Author: timster||Added: Dec 04 2002||Views/Reads: 2813/1719||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Is this what Society has created?|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story never laid eyes on the boys before, but had an idea what their story was. She could turn them over to child welfare, but they would run away again. Something in their home life made them chose this route. Maybe they were into drugs and it didn't fare well with their families. They could have been abused physically or emotionally. Marie didn't know the specific, but she knew the story. Perhaps they were better off living in the streets for the time being. They were still young and had a better chance of getting off of them. Her other patrons had a far less chance of that. She so much wanted to talk with them, though experience had taught her, they wouldn't talk to her and probably would never come back. An older Mexican man was slowly making his way to the food line. Marie had seen him around here a few times before. She had tried to talk to him before, but the stench of cheap wine surrounded him. He would show up about once a week to grab a bite to eat. Marie wondered if this was the only time he ate. She thought, that all his money and energy went to alcohol. The man didn't really eat that much. Marie had seen his type, many times over the years. They manage to survive for sometime and then they stop coming in. What drove these people to that kind of life? She never understood. Maybe it was just the pain of trying to live in this selfish society. Marie began to think, that some people need to be cared for and in this day and age, there was much to little of that. Someday she would like to take her kitchen a little farther and maybe it would make a difference in some lives. A woman in her mid forties arrived, just talking up a storm. Their was no one listening to her, she would just hold a conversation with herself. Marie knew her by the name of Crazy Alice. Today she would not be able to sit with her, but there were times, she did. She felt that letting mentally ill people out wandering the streets was a flaw in the government that needed to be fixed. Marie knew that Alice would never hurt anybody, on the other hand though she might end up getting hurt. Her talking on to nobody in particular set Alice up to become a target. There were many more like Alice out there. Some were violent, some were helpless, in either case they needed to be taken off the streets. To survive there, you needed to have your entire wits about you. Marie remember one time being struck in the face by a man who needed mental help. Marie notice that Old Billy had made his way in. He usually waited until the end of the day. There were days he would stay and help her clean up. He was a gruff old man, half shaven with a deep raspy voice. When he was younger he worked on the fishing boats. He would tell her what a hard life that was then. The months and weeks at sea, with the sun beating down on you. Trying to get as many fish on board as you could., sun up to sun down. The nights would be spent drinking and telling tales of life on land. She thought that the life he led then took so much out of him. He actually liked his life on the streets. No where to be and no responsibilities. This was kind of Billy's retirement. He was a kind man though and helped out quite often. Today he wouldn't have to though, Marie had plenty of help this Christmas Day. It was time for the soup kitchen to close for another day. Marie would have some food left over for tomorrow. It looked like turkey soup tomorrow. The hours would be shorter tomorrow and the lines smaller. There would be very little help tomorrow, like most days of the year. It was her hope that someday she wouldn't need to keep the kitchen open. Tweet
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