Dumont, Oct. 8, 1988

This is a classic example of a Wesley Dumont short story. Not necessarily his best, but a classic example. There are hundreds of these, each interesting and insightful in its on way.

Frank woke early at the shelter grabbed his various bags and headed out. It was a bright fall morning, the sun just beginning its accent over the east side of Manhattan, the pale glow casting just enough light to bring a smile to Frank's cracked face. Sitting on a bench near the hospital, the sun all around, he rummaged through his bag and found a section of the New York Times he hadn't read from the day before. In the lifestyle section was a review of a book, a memior of a woman that had suffered from terrible depression her whole life. The book discussed her fear and remorse, emotions that were so bad she often found it difficult to get out of bed.

Frank wished he could have been there to help. Obviously the woman needed company. And throughout his life, Frank has needed a bed. At the end of the day, isn't that what love is all about?