Hopeful Encounter The sun was setting. Far to the east, threatening black clouds arose from the fumes of pollution from the several smokestacks towering over the city. The streets were pocks marked and dented with the recent shower of acid rain. Hot boiling steam from the sewers made the temperature of day much hotter than it really was. Just outside the borders of the city is a lake covered with muck and crude oil spills. …showed first 75 words of 2913 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2913 total…glanced one more time at his friend and walked away. Wil and Ray not knowing what to do followed Tom's example and granted Phil's request for privacy. Cold and numb, Phil put his hands into his pockets in a pitifull attempt to stay warm. After losing all his money, he was even more depressed than ever. Reaching deeper into his pocket, Phil felt a rectangular leather object, then smiled. Once again, Phil Anderson, felt hope.