Getting By
Elmer decided it was time to move on and began the long walk to another block. People hurried by, their faces covered by thick scarves and their hands firmly in their coat pockets, their minds on what to order for lunch and the long workday ahead.
Elmer wished he had the luxury to worry about these things, but he was in survival mode, wondering where his next meal would come from–if it came at all. Suddenly, he spotted something lying on the ground.