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The other day I asked you to write a contribution to a story that I started. Thank you to all who gave their input. Here it is. Probably in three parts! Rising from the bed that I had made from what was left of my now shredded overcoat, I stretched and shook the sleep from my head. My back ached from the hard ground and I could feel the damp from where the morning dew had invaded my jeans. I need water, all around was rain damp, but I had to drink some rain water that had filled up in a pail that I had sitting on the ground beside me. I really didn't know if there was a creek anywhere close around me so I thought this would be the next best thing. I was so thirsty that the rain water was very thirst quenching for me. I drank a little bit of it and saved the rest for later. Just a few weeks ago i had it all together, a good job, house, car, and money in the bank. ?It's funny how your life can change in the blink of an eye. My stomach is starting to feel the first pangs of hunger, but the thoughts racing through my mind dulls me to them. My eyes turn to the cake stall owned by that wonderful woman Ruby Radiance and I stare at the eccles cakes,salivating,the currants are beckoning me with a come hither look,and my tummy churns in anticipation,I turn out my pockets and theres b**** all in them,a nail,my old dentures and a few peanuts that I stole from the bird table. But then I see a way,a chance to get one of those luscious eccles cakes.So I started a conversation with Ruby Radiance about her beautiful, though large brimmed, pink hat that marred her vision. I saw my cake, the one in the middle, currents everywhere and I couldn't resist any longer. Ruby turned to the other customers and served them. I snatched the cake and ran faster than any marathon runner down the block. I ducked into a dark alley and Sure as hell the adrenalin was pumping and the sweat was running down my troubled armpits.I whipped my SURE out from thigh pocket on my trousers and made the mark of the tick on my chest,the eccles cake was a million miles away in my thoughts now,all I could think of was a cool Heineken,I looked to my right and there was The Horse and Jockey and all i could think of was a long cool pint,with a large head on the top. I was heading for the north and rattled my compass to see if it was reading right. From the window of the pub I spotted a railway bridge andthere crossing the railway bridge with his pack horses, was the dirty scoundrel who stole Ruby's cream biscuits. ?Her long awaited delivery, gone in the blink of an eye.