The beggar only sat on the corner of Baker and Delaney for one single day, but people never really stopped talking about it. Nobody exactly knew where he came from, which was rather strange, in a town as small as Ruthermere. He was just there one morning, huddled in an old grey blanket. He sat with his back against the northern fence of the old Delaney Public Park. He wore a grimy old army coat, and his hair was the colour of dirty suds, and the skin of his hands, neatly folded on his lap, was like some kind of […]