Four-leaf Clover One. I woke up to my dog barking. I told him to keep quiet, the cops were about and I didn't want to move. I pulled him closer, the cold biting at my body as if it too hadn't eaten in days. There was a bin near to us, I make sure there is. Rummaging is a sad thing to do, which is why I only do it very early in the morning. Today was a good day, I found an old Starbucks paper cup, some scraps of food for shadow, my dog and a charm I could sell for some extra cash. Or I can keep it. The stone was a deep blue, it was in the shape of a moon, and was attached to gold chain. Very valuable. I found a four-leaf clover too, the more luck, the better. The day was slow, when you sell big issues for a living people look at you with contempt as if to say, why aren't you gone? I managed to make a total of £10, this was one of the good days. For dinner we shared a stale sandwich that a kind cafe manager gave us. That's the other thing that's difficult, getting food. A lot of the shop keepers don't want you there because they think you smell vile and carry diseases like a rat, that's what we are to them. Rats. I had to get some sleep, shadow keeps me warm, he's the only friend I've got. By the way, if you care, my name's Clover. If you see me on the streets, it's because I'm homeless, I've got no where to go.