The Lone Man In The City

"Ahhh! My wallet! My wallet is gone!" A woman screamed hysterically, attracting more onlookers and the attention of those who were passing by. "Someone help me!" She cried more loudly.

That was easy. You should not display your things like that in public. Stupid. Even if you screamed like that, it would not be returned to you. I put the wallet in my pocket like the lady with gaudy clothes cried. It's a good thing that I'll have a good meal again. This is the life I live. I don't need anyone else, and it will stay like that. Since I don't know how long, probably from my birth, I live in the streets. I have to do these things or I die of hunger.

"What's the problem, ma'am?" A police officer who is patrolling the area came to her.

"My wallet, it's gone." The woman cried loudly, her thick makeup was probably a mess now already. I hastened my pace when they started talking.