“Please, Dear… Just a Quarter Loaf,” the Elderly Woman Begged the Market Seller — Then a Rich Businessman Realized Who She Was
“Please, my dear… have pity. I haven’t had bread in three days, and I’ve no money left,” her voice quavered in the biting winter air. Her coat was threadbare, her face etched with the stories of hope and hardship, and in her hands she clutched a worn bag filled with empty bottles — her last means of earning a few coins.
“Just a quarter loaf… I’ll pay you tomorrow,” she pleaded.
The saleswoman didn’t glance up. “This is a bread stall, not a bottle-return counter. You need to go to the collection point first.” But the station had already closed for the day.
The woman’s voice dropped lower. “Please… I’m so hungry, I feel faint.”
“No,” came the curt reply. “I can’t give bread away for free. Now, don’t block the line.”
At that moment, a tall man in a dark coat stepped forward, and the saleswoman’s tone shifted at once.
“Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Bennett!” she greeted brightly. “We’ve just received your favourite bread with nuts and dried fruit. And fresh apricot pastries — still warm. Would you like some?”
“Give me the bread with nuts, and six pastries,” the man said absently.
He pulled out a thick wallet and handed over a large bill. As he waited for his change, his gaze wandered — and then stopped.
In the shadow of the kiosk stood the old woman. Something about her struck him with a strange familiarity. His eyes lingered on the large vintage flower-shaped brooch pinned to her coat. He knew that brooch… Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI