Donny never carried change when he went shopping.
He took out a note of five-hundred and gave it to the overworked
old man at the counter. He frowned and returned it, ‘Buy more’ he uttered.
Now it’s rarely that writers get paid, and even when they do
it’s so little that they don’t fancy overspending on cream-rolls and burgers.
Donny hesitated for a moment, then decided to turn around
and leave without the bread.
Mr Paul from the neighborhood wished him ‘happy birthday!’
from his table.
Donny nodded; then heard someone cry out, ‘You…Boy...You’
And that’s how they first met.
