Winds encircled Lisa and she struggled to face the strong breeze in order to get to her apartment. Once she finally reached the entrance, she tipped Boyson Couten, the door man. It was tough to tell if he was trying to keep on his cap or saluting her for her generosity.
After picking up her mail, the next destination, her living space, called to her.
She headed straight to her desk and like a sabertooth cat, ripped open the pieces of paper correspondence. She noticed she had more bills than normal. When she noticed a letter with handwriting written in calligraphy, this piqued her interest. No return address existed.
She sliced through the envelope. She couldn’t read the writing. Holding it up to the light she still could not make out the words and numbers.
A candle provided her the ability to heat up what she suspected to be lemon juice. The flame flickered inches from the paper and the characters became a golden brown. Lisa remained careful not to burn the page.
The message read:
“Must you glower at the poor?
What is wrong with you?
You are absorbed, that’s for sure.
You must care for the least, too.”
That was when she grabbed surgical gloves she had stashed since the pandemic. With a plastic bag in one hand and the letter in the other, Lisa slipped it into the bag. In the morning, she would send it to a lab in town.
As she opened the other mail, the message haunted her. Altogether cryptic and pointed, it seemed like it gnawed at her soul. By selecting more mail, the thought of where it originated pervaded her consciousness.
When she had exhausted her efforts enough, Lisa still had an ounce of energy in her frame. She called the cops.
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Lisa and her letter about not helping the poor is quite different. However, she should help the poor. As for her character that is who she is to not help so it is a good viewpoint of how the wealthy see the poor, disabled, and the discarded,