Begging in the shadows (open)

Belladonna

I sit huddled in the shadows leaning up against the wall of a store that sells exotic patterned swimwear. I can barely stand up, its been days since I've eaten. I sit there in the shadows holding out my hands for food money anything. I'm shivering, even with my trench coat and dress I'm cold. My feet have blisters. Please help me I think as I look imploringly at the passersby. If only I could talk. I let out a tortured sequel. All I can hope for is that someone will hear my cry and help me.