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A haggard, hunch backed old thing moved along the cobblestone path at a glacial pace. In her hand was a small, empty coin purse that she was shaking around with two measly silver pieces jingling around inside of it. She was mumbling to herself in a rapsy, rough voice that no one paying attention would be able to understand. Her feet were wrapped in bits of old cloth, and her dress was hardly a dress at all. The hem was ratty and covered in mud, and there were holes and tears all along the fabric. Worst of all was probably her hair. It was long and stringy, and seemed to be holding on to her scalp for dear life. To say she had lived a hard life was an understatement.
All who passed by shot her disgusted glances, as if the old woman's appearance alone was enough to offend them. Even the poor looked at her with an air of superiority, and the beggars didn't want a thing to do with her, either. At least the children smiled at her, which was all that seemed to count in the old lady's eyes. In return, she would give them a sparkly eyed look that seemed to belong to another world entirely. Their parents would yank them away before they got too close, but those who were pure of heart easily looked past her cracked face and ragged clothes. Were the adolescent the only ones in this silly old town with anything left to give?
The old woman hoped not, as she continued along the path and up to a handsome couple that she had seen in passing. The two of them were hand in hand, radiating a love so powerful that she couldn't help but to be drawn in by their happiness. She picked up her pace, before slowing down behind them. "Excuse me, young lady. Would you mind sparing a coin or two?" she said, as she tapped the woman on the shoulder gently. Much to her surprise, the woman turned around with a hate filled glare and shrieked when she saw the old lady. She found safety behind her male partner, who turned around quickly and protectively.
"Don't touch her!" The man yelled, repulsed and offended.
"Oh, please? Sir, would you be so kind as to spare a coin with an old lady?" The old lady asked once more, though she could see that the love those two radiated was only for themselves. Just like the rest, they would rush away clutching their purses.
The man laughed suddenly. He saw that the old lady was holding out her coin purse in hopes of getting a few coins, so he snatched it from her. "You didn't work for this. This belongs to me now," He said, holding it high above his head, prompting the elderly woman to lunge for it in a fit of rage. With ease, he pushed her to the ground and turned away with his arm wrapped around his female companion. They walked away at a quickened pace, laughing loudly.
"You'll pay for this!" The old hag yelled, hands balled up into fists. The spark in her eyes had died, and tears began to fill them. How could humans be so selfish? This wasn't what their stories were about. She sighed softly, eyes lowered as she felt the multiple stares on her. Is that what she had left home for? She had days worth of humilitation, with the most recent event being her worst experience thus far.
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