Post by Blake Sterling Jr. on Feb 1, 2016 3:25:25 GMT -8
It was a January night and two men walked together in silence. The air was cold but the chill never reached their breath. Walking along the street there was a sickly man underdressed for the weather clutching a ragged cardboard sign that just had the word FOOD scribbled in red across it.
The taller man smiled and reaching into his pocket pulls out a wrinkled dollar bill and holds it out to the beggar. The unkempt man hungrily reaches out for the money and for the briefest moment touches the outreached hand of the tall dark man.
The streetlamp flickers a little and it looks like the homeless man’s shadow writhes a little. The man himself lets out a gasp, snatching his hand back letting the dollar fall to the ground all but forgotten as he stares at the smiling man looming over him. He starts to crawl backwards away and proceeds to run off in fright.
The shorter man in black sighs and just says “Really?” to which the smiling man only shrugs and motions to the discarded sign.
The two continue to whatever misdeed they are destined for as rain starts to fall on the forgotten sign on the cold streets.
The taller man smiled and reaching into his pocket pulls out a wrinkled dollar bill and holds it out to the beggar. The unkempt man hungrily reaches out for the money and for the briefest moment touches the outreached hand of the tall dark man.
The streetlamp flickers a little and it looks like the homeless man’s shadow writhes a little. The man himself lets out a gasp, snatching his hand back letting the dollar fall to the ground all but forgotten as he stares at the smiling man looming over him. He starts to crawl backwards away and proceeds to run off in fright.
The shorter man in black sighs and just says “Really?” to which the smiling man only shrugs and motions to the discarded sign.
The two continue to whatever misdeed they are destined for as rain starts to fall on the forgotten sign on the cold streets.