Vagabond Female

I was walking through a street in a center city hub. My destination was a nearby health club. I went up to an automated teller to draw some money. A young woman in worn and dirty clothes came to me. Until that, it just seemed like an ordinary day. This rather attractive female had this to say: “Sir, I am tired and I can use a place to stay. There are only a few more hours of daylight. I would like a comfortable place to spend the night.” Her long blonde hair could have used some shampoo. Innocence was displayed with her eyes of blue. This was unexpected, and I did not know what to do. I responded, “I will see in a couple of hours what I can do. If you are still around, I may be able to help you. I am going into the health club across the street. I hope that I can do something for you when we meet.” Two or three hours later, this woman was gone. She may have been helped, or she just moved on. I wondered what placed her in this situation. I was hoping she received a good accommodation.