In the 80’s in Pretoria, Church Square was the daily retreat of vagrants, who slept all over the city, but came there in the day to do their ablutions and to recuperate from whatever had hit them during the night.

A down and out occupies a park bench from where he sits and watches the people passing by, Everybody is too busy with their own life to notice his very existence and when he dies nobody misses him, Was he ever really there?

This was written when I was in high school and I never thought it was any good until my English teacher my senior year gave me the encouragement I needed to continue writing.