The White Bag

“Let me get you something to cover you.It’s raining hard.” The man smiled at the woman standing in front of him. He saw her; she was not some invisible face in the crowd, another face lost in the streets of wet NYC. The man came back with a transparent white bag. He made a hole for the right arm, another hole for the left. “I don’t know if you want your head to be covered too.” “Yes, I do. Thank you.” “God bless you,” he said. “God bless you, too. Bye.” When the woman got to the corner of 42nd and Lexington, she stood there even when the light had changed. Tears streamed down her face. ” I am grateful,” she thought to herself.” I am not as invisible as I thought.”


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3 Responses to “The White Bag”

  1. Alex Says:

    Amazing. Beautiful and moving.

  2. Miryam Says:

    It touched my heart.. I exactly feel like that woman..

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