What Pegman Saw – Homeless

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code.

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Photo courtesy Mark Knight by Pixabay

Homeless in Shepherd’s Bush, 1972

Damn, it’s cold tonight! My bloodless fingers fumble the string as I tie my dog to the railing. “Stay, Sam!” I say.

Traffic’s heavy, but the bright shop window lures me across the road. Get a few minutes in the warm, and a bottle of something to stop me feeling the chill. The traffic lights glare frosty green; a car horn blares as I stumble.

The shopkeeper looks about seventeen, with pimples and sparse curly hair. He keeps watching me.

It takes me a few minutes to find the cheapest vodka, a few more to count out coins from my battered purse and then I’m out of excuses to stay in the precious warmth.

Vehicle headlights swerve past me, too bright, too fast. I trip as I mount the kerb, skinning both knees. Sam barks. I shuffle cardboard sheets into a crude shelter, cuddle Sam, and open the bottle.

Cheers.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Act of Faith

This is a story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It’s fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong. Thank you Jade!

Act of Faith

“Oh. It’s you. I might have guessed. Come in, Dave, come in.”

Dave shuffled past Father Joe into the presbytery. Joe wrinkled his nose.

“Would you like food first, or a bath?”

Dave blinked as his eyes adapted from the pitch-black night, but he said nothing. Father Joe sighed.

“Come into the kitchen, then. Bacon sandwich suit you?”

Dave grunted. Joe sighed, inaudibly. Dave had always been taciturn.

A tantalising aroma of frying bacon filled the kitchen.

“I expect you need a bed for the night?”

Dave nodded.

“Then you have a bath first.”

Dave scowled, but nodded again.

It was eleven o’clock before Dave was fed, bathed and arrayed in an old pair of Joe’s pyjamas.

“Will you say your rosary before you sleep? Would you like me to say it with you?”

Dave nodded. Father Joe recited the prayers in firm, compassionate tones. Dave mumbled. They prayed together, the father and his illegitimate son.

Word count 156