This week's writing challenge from
Five Sentence Fiction
( Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt:
The horror anthology,
by Burial Day Books,
includes my poem, The Ballad of Drunken Jack.
Putting some real-life experiences to work here on FSF...
A Sign Of The Times
One after another, they passed by, briefcase in hand, on their way to work in the Emerald City of corporate and government offices that covered blocks of the city center, never giving so much as a glance to what surrounded them along their journey. Bernie knew those people, if not personally, at least in spirit , for he was once one of them, on his way up the ladder to bigger and better things. He held a sign that said, "Please help," but was about toss it in the trash for all the good it did when one man, seemingly no different than a hundred others who had passed, stopped in front of him. Their eyes met as he pulled a couple of dollar bills from his pocket and put them in his cup. There were no words spoken between them, and none were needed, for they both understood so much more than they wanted to know.
Image "Homeless Man" courtesy of Mantas Ruzveltas FreeDigitalPhotos.net
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