General Flash Fiction posted February 19, 2012 |
No where to go ...
Again
by Realist101
It hadn't been all that long ago, in fact, it seemed just like yesterday, that he'd had a job, a house, and money in the bank. Where had it gone? Like a ghost, his life had disappeared. Again.
He walked along with his companion hunger, wishing he had just two dollars ... or was it more now, for a McDonald's happy meal? His stomach growled, inconsolable. The clouds built gray walls in the southwest and there would be more cold rain, and like his life, the bruised sky swirled downward toward uncertain fate.
Nothing was right anymore. Not in the land of milk and honey. His mind stalled with dismay and he trudged along, dreaming of his family. Who'd given up on him. Again. He was alone, even with himself.
The bag he carried contained the remnants of his life and he determined that it was time to try again, to find work, rebuild from scratch. He had to try. To find what he had lost. Again.
It hadn't been all that long ago, in fact, it seemed just like yesterday, that he'd had a job, a house, and money in the bank. Where had it gone? Like a ghost, his life had disappeared. Again.
He walked along with his companion hunger, wishing he had just two dollars ... or was it more now, for a McDonald's happy meal? His stomach growled, inconsolable. The clouds built gray walls in the southwest and there would be more cold rain, and like his life, the bruised sky swirled downward toward uncertain fate.
Nothing was right anymore. Not in the land of milk and honey. His mind stalled with dismay and he trudged along, dreaming of his family. Who'd given up on him. Again. He was alone, even with himself.
The bag he carried contained the remnants of his life and he determined that it was time to try again, to find work, rebuild from scratch. He had to try. To find what he had lost. Again.
He walked along with his companion hunger, wishing he had just two dollars ... or was it more now, for a McDonald's happy meal? His stomach growled, inconsolable. The clouds built gray walls in the southwest and there would be more cold rain, and like his life, the bruised sky swirled downward toward uncertain fate.
Nothing was right anymore. Not in the land of milk and honey. His mind stalled with dismay and he trudged along, dreaming of his family. Who'd given up on him. Again. He was alone, even with himself.
The bag he carried contained the remnants of his life and he determined that it was time to try again, to find work, rebuild from scratch. He had to try. To find what he had lost. Again.
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What's happening in this country that people cannot just retire? Just live. Inspired by a friend...Let's please save OUR country??? Thanks for reading. And caring. Also a thanks to Google Images for the loan of this photo.
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