A story- part 1

Who will really bother about me? It's a bit cold this morning and the crowd comes in occasionally. Well, I think I'll have to go home empty handed. The tobacco warms me up a little bit. Suddendly, someone comes up and asks me for the necklace I'm holding. Yeah, I've forgotten; immediately, I say," It's 5 lira, Miss. Cheap, cheaper than water." I put up my charming grin. The tourist flips through the bundle I'm holding and searching for her choice. Within minutes, a group of 5 or 6 of her friends come up and they join in the search. I hear myself repeating," 5 lira, only 5 lira, cheap, cheap..."

Gosh, I think I see Josh from afar, I have to rush and please, please buy all my wares! "Ok, boss, if I take 10, would they be cheaper?" One of them asked. "Oh, ok. 10 for 45 lira. Ok?"

Oh, please, I think Josh sees me and he's waiting at the corner of the stairs. I have to run, I can't stand here waiting for his fist. Finally, my rescue, " Ok, we take all if you give us 10 for 30 lire." " I..er..I.. ok 35, deal. It's really cheap. It's cold and I want to go home early, please." I put up my pathetic plea. " Well, deal. Count for us and we want all." What a relief! I quickly count all the necklace and put them into the bag. They are my angles for the day.

I have to slip away fast. I run down the alley and hold my breath. The wind bites my face, the needle like pain jerks my nerves. I need to get home fast. I think Josh hasn't found out my latest hideout. I dash up the shabby flight of steps and finally get behind the old store room. I know I'm lucky enough to find a place to stay. And, with today's windfall, I have a few weeks of peace.