The Last Request of Moocher Mike
A short story about a short life
Death from famine is relentless. As time passes, the odds worsen. Moocher Mike was dying.
His moniker fit. Mike begged for extra servings and pennies from the church's poor box. A favorite trick was to spit in someone's lunch. As his victim shoved it away in disgust, Mike nabbed it, sneering, "How kind!"