She had it better these days. Over the past weeks, she had made many new friends, heard many new stories and shared many a meal. For the first time in a long while, there was no lack of food, warmth or company. Things were, when all important things were considered, better.
Her new friends often talked of some sort of catastrophe. How global finance had collapsed, how the internet had stopped working, how there appeared to be a war on some far-off continent. She knew very little of such things, and at present did not care too much. Such things were abstract images, something only known in general notions, irrelevant when compared to what mattered.
Food, warmth, shelter.
The others didn’t seem to care that she was homeless. Why would they – they were homeless too, now. The only difference was that she had lost hers years before they did, and knew how to keep going without one. When the disaster struck, the one thing that changed was that they now noticed that she was there.
Food, warmth, company.
All things considered, things were better now.
More longer friend see that sky? 