Stories tagged “homeless”
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Pickpocket
Seneca Seneca Cooper strolled down the lane, her hands casually in her pockets. Her dark curls swung from side to side as her head turned constantly, taking in all the activity on the street. Glom, the fruit peddler, was yelling his wares as usual, his...
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Memories
Dharma yelped as her skin was pulled fiercely by Seneca’s strong hand. She glared at Seneca, hurt, and backed away. Soon she was lost in the crowd, but Seneca caught a last glimpse of her- talking to Glom. Seneca’s feet pounded into action, hurling...
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Retribution
She ran faster and faster, though Glom’s voice had faded long ago. Finally, she slowed, panting, and found herself at the docks. The sky was a soaring, majestic blue, with nary a cloud in sight. She pulled the orange out of a fold in her ragged skirt...
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12:05 AM, The Horn
Italian loafers, the kind with the flat square toe. Sneakers mostly during the lunch hour, a few dress shoes and office heels. On the weekends he spied sandals and was tempted to reach out, brush an ankle or a heel, but so far he had managed to resist....
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The Beach Philosopher
Raging surf smashed tiny bits of sand into tinier bits. The cold overcast skies reflected my mood as I walked up the lonely beach, trying to find where I had gone wrong in our relationship. Ahead, where the early fog met the sand, a kneeling figure fad...
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Sparing Change
He was there every day, that same cardboard sign in his hand, the word “change” scrawled in permanent marker spelled without the “e” at the end. Like everyone else I would pretend not to see him. I had a job at a law firm that required me to we...
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Fringe of the Festival
She woke up, shivering, the cold wind blowing her newspaper bedsheets around, sapping her last ounce of warmth. She staggered up from the doorway, shaking leaves from her hair, and wrinkled her nose at the stale smell of sweat and urine that emanated f...
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The Visitor - Revised
The night was biting cold, but the barrel fire was tall and hot. Sparks rose like burning fireflies into the sky. A dozen of us were huddled in close when somebody passed a bottle into the circle. I had already had a pint of Old Crow myself and was fee...
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Lost in london day 1
Most people think running away from home is easy, well it’s not you’re leaving everything behind and stepping in to a completely new world. For starters you can stuff getting a councel flat unless you were forced out of your home you’...
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The Homeless Guy
How then in all of heaven and earth have I arrived to such dismal circumstance as this, without home or hearth or pillow upon which to lay my head? ’T’would be better were I to be found smashed by road’s side impacted by some careles...
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Because Secretly We Are All Lost
No one went looking for Old Walt when he didn’t turn up at the soup kitchen for his Christmas dinner. His friends were all dead or had moved on or simply forgot about him in their own struggle to survive the winter. Snow is the silent killer and ...
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I don't even know what this story is about.
I argued with my wife, then decided that I wasn’t living life how I ought to. I went to a bar, had too much to drink, and got into a fist fight with some guy who really only cared about keeping my groping hands off of his girlfriend. His intentio...
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The Other End
A cold nose against my neck woke me. I tried to leap to my feet, terrified that some scavenger thought my cold body could be its dinner. Or breakfast, to judge from the position of the morning sun. It didn’t work. I was too tangled up in my ratty bla...
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A Boy and a Man
“Hey son, ahheck!” “Uhm… You okay mister?” The shy school boy approached the old man cautiously. He was sitting on a cardboard throne, dressed in old clothes stolen from bags outside of charity shops. “I just wanted ...
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DEAR GOD
[week 10] Dear GOD, I sit here on the shitter, wondering when this will end. Wondering if I should Puke or shit? When did becoming pregnant become a curse? How can I work with every moment hugging the toilet, and pissing myself because I can’t ho...