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The Unlucky

The gipsy woman who sits by the supermarket’s door is feather light,
looks like a wing damaged canary bird sun and outdoor life has not
been kind to her face. I gave her some change, avoided looking at her
when doing so didn’t want her to be thankful, but noticed she had
bruising at the corner of her lips, another beating from her drunken man.
A low aid security guard came out tried to look tough in his starched
uniform, told her to leave, but there was something hesitant about him
and he had kind eyes, he looked around slipped her some change.
“Bad move security man, this will be noticed and someone will write
down in a black book that you are unreliable, you have not what it takes
to wear this fine uniform, you better find a new job before they fire you.
” The woman will be back again, she has no other choice, she would rather
be chased by a guard then take a beating from her man; and so her life goes
on till someone asks her up to dance.