Post 1580. Tuesday August 15
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
He had no need to sit on a filthy blanket in the street. He didn't need the loose change dropped at his feet. He chose to live alongside those that had no choice.
In the depth of the night, he wandered past benches and shop doorways leaving money he had collected and more besides for the wretched souls as they slept. When they awoke they had no idea from whence it came. But find it they did, every morning.
Years earlier his parents were cruelly stolen from him by a tragic accident. He inherited their vast fortune. He had no other family and had never formed friendships. A review of his charmed life thus far disquieted him, so he resolved from that day forward to dedicate his life to those whom society had cast aside. He became a new person, an unseen guardian angel. Bit by bit he handed out his legacy to those most deserving. Invisibly. Anonymously.
One day he disappeared. No one missed him. After all, he was just another down and out.
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