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Across the Street

In by Fannie on February 2, 2011 at 12:39 am

I walked into the store today, scratched my beard and walked out.  Didn’t have whatever I wanted.  Across the street a homeless man with a mane of unkept beard beckoned.  I shuffled over.

“You got a light?”

I searched my pockets.  Couple bottle caps, loose coins and a crumpled receipt.

“Sorry.”

“You got any change?”

My hand groped back around the pocket.  I dropped some coins into his cupped hand.

“Wanna grab some food?” he asked.

I hesitated and thought about my afternoon plans.  She could wait; the waves would wait.

“Sure.  Don’t have but a couple of bucks though.”

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