Charity walked up to the man sleeping on the sidewalk.
He was dirty. No doubt about it. His clothes were covered in grime, his face streaked with some indeterminate brown. He wore a t-shirt with tears on the sleeve, faded jeans that were too big for him, and had a sweater tied around his waist. On the sidewalk in front of him, a ball cap sat upside down, an assortment of coins in it, as well as a single five-dollar bill.
Charity looked at the man and waited. His eyes were closed. He didn’t move. A moment later, his chest rose, then fell again. Rose, then fell.
Nodding, satisfied, Charity reached down and grabbed the five-dollar bill, as well as most of the coins. She smiled and walked away as the man shifted in his sleep.