Day One*

[J. K. Langham]

"Hey, mister, you alright?"

 Hank was aware of someone poking him, he thought it was Paul, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a policeman and realized he had fallen asleep on the park bench.

A heavy dew had penetrated deep into his clothes; Hank slowly sat up, his joints aching from his night on the hard wood slats of the bench.

"You can't sleep here mister, there's a mission down on Second and Elm, why don't you go down there and get some breakfast, see if they've got a bed, you can't sleep in the park."

"I'm sorry officer, thank you." Hank pushed himself off the bench and pointed himself toward Second Street.

The mission was in a run down building in a run down part of town, but as he got closer, the smell of bacon permeated the air and damped his dread of going in.

[Jayne Isabel]

I like this because it's simply written, to the point, and tells a straightforward, very touching story.