Walter Timmons: 45 Married

It was cold icy Moday. Walter Timmons walked into the coffee shop near his office building and ordered the usual: large skinny cafe au lait with a cinnamon bagel with cream cheese. On the way out, he saw what appeared to be an elderly homeless man coming down the sidewalk. He was hunched over, covered in an old, ratty army blanket. He had a knit cap with a hole in it, dirty, baggy pants held up by a rope, and a flannel shirt over a hoodie. As the man hobbled along, a cyclist zoomed from the street onto the sidewalk, knocked the old man into an alley and zoomed off.

Walter hurried over to the old man, who was on his side in the dirty alley full of mud and ice. "Are you OK? Are you hurt?"

The old man looked up. "I don't think so. Can you help me up?"

"Yes sir," said Walter. He set his coffee and the bag his bagel was in down.

"'Sir'" said the old man with a smile and twinkle in his eye. "I haven't been called that in a while. He reached out and took Walter's gloved hand. He slowly got up. "I think nothing's broken. May have a big bruise on my hip. Thank you, young man."

Walter reached down for his coffee and bagel. "Here, you need this more than I do. and take these." He took his gloves off and offered them to the man.

"You are very kind," said the man. He took the items. He closed his eyes, held his hand up as if he was blessing Walter, then brought his hand down and opened his eyes. "I've repaid you. When you wake up tomorrow morning, your reward will be great. The old man bowed slightly and hobbled on."

"Odd," said Walter before blowing on his hands and heading back into coffee shop.

Walter headed into the office building and took the elevator to the 11th floor where the accounting firm he worked for was located. He got off to see the cute, bubbly receptionist Gwendolyn walking by. She stopped to greet Walter with a big smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Timmons!" beamed Gwendolyn.

"Good morning, Gwendolyn. Have a great day," said Walter.

"You too!"

As Walter walked to his office, he heard his name called. "Hey, Walt!" He turned to see Robin Bell, the new hot shot accountant just hired.

He looked into her office and saw her standing there looking like a model for women's business clothes.

"May I help you, Robin?" asked Walter.

"Yes, I hope so. You're an old-timer," she said with a barely concealed smirk. "Who do I have to blow around her to get a decent computer? This thing may work for you guys, but it's too slow for me."

"Tom in IT. He's at the end of the hall past the bathrooms."

"Ok, thanks." Robin turned around and flipped on her computer.

Walter made it to his office, put his briefcase down and sat at his desk. He looked at the photo on his desk of his wife and step-daughter. The photo was taken on one of their expensive vacations.

Tom looked at his wife Wendy and admired the boobs he paid for. His step-daughter Isabella, who had flunked out of college and now worked at a fancy boutique was smiling, which when Walter was around was often replaced with a blank look of boredom or indifference. Wendy and Isabella had burned through all of the life insurance money Walter got from his first wife's tragic **** at the hands of a drunk delivery driver.

Walter sighed and flipped on his computer to start his day.

Walter's day went by as normal - boring and uneventful just the way he liked it.

He arrived home to a note from Wendy that she was going to have dinner with friends. Walter had suspicions Wendy was cheating on him, but could not prove it. Maybe she was out with her gaggle of shallow, gossipy friends though. Isabella was rarely home at night, partying or whatever she did.

Walter heated some soup and made a grilled cheese sandwich. He ate dinner then made himself a whiskey and soda and watched TV until Wendy came home, tipsy and happy. She kissed him on the head and went straight to bed.

Walter stayed up until 11 then went to bed, finding Wendy snoring softly. He went to sleep.