Last night, I spent several hours with a very enthusiastic bunch of people who were doing a sponsored sleepout for the homeless as part of a national initiative called Sleepout 2012.
I was invited to read a "bedtime story", although I don't think anyone was remotely ready for bed at that point. As I was there for several hours, I also wrote a flash fiction "in situ", partly inspired by a piece of artwork being created during the course of the night, courtesy of Participate.
She walks on silent feet. The mosaic figure of antiquity. I have seen her face on the stuccoed ceilings of Georgian grandeur. I have glimpsed her form in the granite monuments of Victorian industry. But tonight she walks where the movers and the shakers lie on the cheerless turf of the restless and the shiverers. Tonight Charity sleeps in a car park. Tonight Charity begins with the homeless.