Write a story in less than 100 words. How much can you say with just a little?
I used to see the same woman each time I went for groceries. I doubt the store liked having homeless people loitering at the entrance, but a few were there almost every time.
I would give her money when I could. I didn’t have money to spare really. Most days all I really had was time for a smile. What she really liked, were the days I’d stop and talk with her awhile. I’d listen. I’d give her the respect of one person for another.
I couldn’t offer her more than what I had myself.