She was sitting on the snow-covered ground of the sidewalk with her feet hurting and her body shivering because of the howling icy wind blowing through the streets. Her thin coat didn't protect her from its chillness. The white small clouds of her breath soared into the grey cloudy sky. Since sunrise she didn't move on. She didn't know where to go. There is nowhere to be and no one important in her life.
Probably on his way to work, a man passed by and like always she called out to him for help. He could see that she was freezing , weak and with no place called home. Her face was small and her skin had the colour of the snow falling to the ground, but he didn't stop. Not even for a second. He felt pity for her but not more. He was not even thinking at doing something for her and if it would have been just a small word of sympathy.
She was used to it. Every day it was the same. Men look for a short moment and then they walk on into their unbroken lovely life. Sometime there is this moment when you stop caring about it. For her this moment had come many weeks ago. She didn't care about nothing. She didn't care about food, she didn't care about people and she didn't care about herself. Every day is another day of the year and every hour another hour of the day. She always just waited for the seconds to pass by, the minuets to go and the day to end.

Hey,
Lange her ich weiß. Das hier war eigentlich eine Aufgabe aus dem Englischunterricht aber ich habe es ein bisschen ausgebaut und ja. Ich hoffe es sind nicht zu viele Fehler drin ( falls ja korrigiert mich ruhig) und sie gefällt euch. Wir sollten eine Kurzgeschichte schreiben über Another day in paradise von Phil Collins. Hört es euch ruhig mal an ;)
Miracleworld