I know you hate us.
We who walk namelessly and know the shadows best.
Sunshine hurts us, so at dawn, we slither into cul-de-sacs hunting for the dumpster darkness. We rest on cardboard sheets in rodent–company and only at dusk we dare to sneak into your streets again
Sometimes you may catch a glimpse of us as we scavenge for nutrients in the fast-food muck you leave behind, but oftentimes you only catch us by the ammonium scent of sweat and pee.
I know you hate us, but please remember, before you call for cops, we were also children once.
I really don’t know why I wrote this, it might not even be a story, but a piece of prose. I feel that I walk past these people who so many times and maybe even more so during the pandemic.
Friday fictioneers is a way to train your skill at writing, Rochelle sets the challenge and we write a piece of fiction to the same image. I have been less active for a while, but working from home is wearing me a bit, and I need to do more cooking and baking as well. If you want to read more stories you can find them by clicking the frog below.
September 30, 2020