furniture

I was sitting at a table in a park, late in the afternoon. I watched as a removalist unloaded furniture and stacked it against a brick wall. I could see a lounge suite with patterned cloth covering, a mattress, tables, chairs—general household furniture. I was concerned as night was approaching and the furniture was going to be left outside, exposed to dew and possible rain. I turned to see a young man who I haven’t seen in a long time, sitting opposite me at the table. I asked him why his furniture was being left here and he told me that he had a new home and had organised the removalist but needed another $300 to get the removalist to deliver the furniture to his home; without the money, the removalist would only take his things this far. I wanted to help him and began a search for the money. I looked inside, I made phone calls and checked bank accounts, trying to raise the money so that the job would be complete.