Henry WIlliams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes the simplest things brings us hope.

Submitted: April 23, 2011

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Submitted: April 23, 2011

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Henry Williams. To the millions of people in NYC that name means absolutely nothing. The name evokes no emotion to anyone. When people do see him, the only emotion that does come about is mainly disgust. For Henry can usually be found slouched down on a subway, wearing dirty clothes, and smelling up the whole car. You see, for most of his adult life Henry Williams had been homeless. Raised in an orphanage, Henry had never amounted to anything in his. His days and nights were spent wandering the streets, begging for money and food. He'd sneak on the trains at night just to get a decent few hours of sleep. Even when he wasn't sleeping, he'd still keep his eyes closed. He couldn't bear to see the disgusts looks people had on their face. For Henry WIlliams, his life was filled with nothing but sadness. Never once did he have a glimmer of hope. Hope, happiness, was simply non existent in his life. As Henry sat in the park, eating half a sandwich he found in the garbage can, he looked around watching people enjoy their lives, wishing he could enjoy his. A glimmer of hope came when a young girl sat next to him. Maybe she'll say, hi, he thought. He then heard her sniffing, and she let out a loud, \"Ugh!\" On that cold winter afternoon, Henry sat on that bench and cried. He wrapped an old blanket around him and sat there in his tears. As he sat there, another young women came up to him. \"Hug?\" she asked. Henry looked up, confused. \"I'm giving out free hugs today. You want?\" she said. She leaned over and hugged Henry. \"You looked like you needed this,\" she said as she continued to hug him. \"I'm Emily Lee, what;s your name?\" Henry sat there still shocked at what had happened. \"Uh..Henry. Henry Williams.\" \"Well it was a pleasure to meet you Henry. I hope you have a great.\" Emily left and Henry sat there, smiling. A wave of emotions came over Henry. Emotions he thought he'd never feel. Emotions he began to think didn't even exist. That night he fell asleep on that bench. Though it was freezing that night, Henry felt warm. Because for the first time in his life, Henry Williams had hope in his life and happiness in his heart.


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