Our Friend

Our Friend

The hero of my story isn’t young, or good-looking and he doesn’t even have a name. I can tell you he lives on the streets and we’ll call him Our friend. I know your not supposed to talk in your own stories but I’m here for our friend so I’m going to stay. He has a scruffy four legged companion, he’s known to everyone by the name of Scraps. He is important to this story but sadly he has nothing to say. You may think after hearing this story Scraps is responsible for what happens on this day. But I’m not going to speculate about what could have make a dog act in this way.
The sun is going to join us and she going to start our day. So, we will find Our friend, on this beautiful summers day, sitting on a bench outside the entrance to the city park. Scraps has made him come here every day since they became friends. He is now scratching his head puzzled by Scraps’s daily ritual
“I don’t understand this Scraps,” said Our Friend, “Why, do you want to come here every day?” Scraps ears went up when he heard his name but there was no other response from him.
“You’re a very loyal to me, Scraps, But why? Are you waiting for someone? Maybe your true owner?”
Every time Scraps saw a man in a dark suit he would become excited. Once they got closer Scraps would calm down from his excitement. Our Friend was convinced Scraps was waiting for his owner and they must have a dark suit. It was the only reason he could think why his new companion brought him here every day. Their first month together Our Friend would have been happy for Scraps to go back to who ever he belong too. But, after six months it was a different matter and now he didn’t want to lose his only friend.
Today Scraps started to become excited again when he saw a dark suited man approaching. But, this time Scraps stood up and started barking. The man was almost at the bench and Scraps went to greet him. Our Friend’s heart sank it was obvious to him Scraps knew this man. The man knelt down to make a fuss of Scraps.
Our Friend got up from the bench and watch as the two enjoyed each other’s company. The man looked up at Our Friend and he waiting for this stranger to speak.
“You’ve got a lovely dog there, I used to have a dog just like this.”
“This could be your dog?” knowing he was about to lose his only friend in this world he found it difficult to keep his emotions under control.
“I know it’s, it’s wrong for me to keep….” Our Friend didn’t want to say anymore.
“No! I wish it were true but my dog is no longer a live!”
“But! He seem to know you!”
“Yes, he does, doesn’t he.”
Our Friend was sure this man knew Scraps who was now back by his side but the stranger had said his dog was dead. He looked down at his Scraps and then back to the man.
The man had a bag which he had placed on the ground when he had knelt down. He picked it up and tried to pass it to Our Friend. He didn’t put his hand out to take it and was a little bit confused why this man was trying to giving the bag to him.
“It’s your,” said the man.
“That’s not mine!” said our Friend wondering what this man was up to.
“It’s definitely your!” and he opened up the bag. It was full of money but I can’t say what the notes were that’s up to you and your generosity.
“That’s not mine!” said Our Friend pointing at the bag, “Where did you get that from?”
“It’s not stolen money if that’s what you’re thinking!”
“Who’s money is it then?”
“It’s my money and I’m giving it to you.” said the man.
“You can’t give me your money! Why, would you do that?” 
“Maybe it’s because of your dog?” said the man, “I can give it to you and I will!” the man put the bag on the floor and he walked away.
But, he stopped and shouted as he turned to face Our Friend, “Don’t worry, my friend there’s plenty more where that came from,”
The man went on his way not looking back again and Our Friend watched this man until he had gone out of view. He was unsure about what had just happened and was it real? But, the bag was there and so he picked it up. It was heavy and he placed it on the bench. He sat for a while before opening it. He touched the money and then shut the bag quickly.
He smiled and patted Scraps’ head, “What should we do first?” Scraps wagged his tail in response, “Yes, I agree,” said Our Friend.
They made their way down the higher street and they stopped at a restaurant. It’s a place he had passed many times before and had seen their cooked breakfasts. They were the best in the city and he was going to have one. But, he knew they wouldn’t let him in. So, he took an outside table and he didn’t have to wait long for a waiter to come out.
The male waiter hurried over to him, “You can’t sit there!” and he looked at Our Friend with disgust.
“But, I want a cooked breakfast,”
“We don’t do free food!”
“I have money,” said Our Friend opening the bag to get a note out and could see the waiter was shocked.
“It’s my money, it’s not stolen,” he wasn’t happy at the stuck up writer’s reaction and what he was thinking.
“You can have a cooked breakfast as long as you stay out here,” said the waiter.
Our Friend didn’t acknowledge what the waiter had said and place his order for the full English and a pot of tea. The waiter walked back to the main entrance door but Our Friend called the waiter back.
“A plate of sausages as well.”
“What?” said the waiter. 
“A plate of sausage for my companion,” and he smiled at Scraps who was wagging his tail even fast than before.
The waiters didn’t reply but left them to wait for their breakfast. Once it arrived, Our Friend got stuck into his breakfast because his stomach was moaning. He happily scrapped the plate clean with his knife and licked it. Scraps was also content with his plate of sausages and he was licking the plate clean.
They left once the bill was paid and headed in the direction of the train station. All I know is Our Friend didn’t come back to this city but he did like the coast and maybe his gone to live by  the sea.