The homeless man lay against the front of a large department building that looked down on him with nothing but sorrow. So did everyone else walking by, the busy man on his cell phone shouting at someone else to be quiet. The mothers giving him a disgusting look hen pulling away their children. Although the children didn’t seem… mean. They seemed curious, although you could see a look of terror in their eyes.
His smell also kept most people and animals away. He was wearing the same clothes for at least a month now. A month of no cleaning, or even getting in the salty water of the ocean. Normally he would use the sandy and rocky beaches that bordered and no one would care. But one mother with two kids called the police for public nudity. They came over and tied him to a post giving him only shorts. But he couldn’t say anything to rebel. Because he had never learned any English or even how to speak for that instance. Now he was against a wall in his old tattered cloths and clothes watching a concert across the street.
He didn’t particularly like the music either. It was loud noisy and obnoxious. There were lines of chairs filled with snobby rich people. On kid there who must’ve been as bored as he was turned around and looked at him. The boy stared at the hermit. I guess eyeing him down, or what to make of him. The homeless man didn’t have very good eyesight but could see the boy had curly blond hair with a bit of brown.
The homeless man could tell maybe that the kid was around 8 years old and was obviously looking for a way out of his fancy black chair. The mother spotted the boy and turned to see what he was seeing. The woman saw the dirty old hermit in rags. She gave he hermit a distasteful look, like everybody did, and then pulled the boy and made him look face forward again.
Even though the little kid turned quick glances at him every now and then. Finally the homeless man got up and walked back inside wearing his dusty old piece of cloth as a hat, more pieces of trash such as a garbage bag and a torn up coat as a coat, ripped up shorts as pants, and also his cold bare feet.
Once he entered his little hut made out of rash the salty smell of the sea that curled around his body giving him a happy feeling had completely disappeared. Evaporated from the stench of the new filthy one that polluted the man’s home. As he sat down on his pack of magazines he could feel the wet pants rub against his dry and cold body.
He sighed and searched for food. When he found none he went out to go find more, but finding food in the middle of the iron jungle was not an easy task….
Please tell me what you think. (trust me, it will get better...)
His smell also kept most people and animals away. He was wearing the same clothes for at least a month now. A month of no cleaning, or even getting in the salty water of the ocean. Normally he would use the sandy and rocky beaches that bordered and no one would care. But one mother with two kids called the police for public nudity. They came over and tied him to a post giving him only shorts. But he couldn’t say anything to rebel. Because he had never learned any English or even how to speak for that instance. Now he was against a wall in his old tattered cloths and clothes watching a concert across the street.
He didn’t particularly like the music either. It was loud noisy and obnoxious. There were lines of chairs filled with snobby rich people. On kid there who must’ve been as bored as he was turned around and looked at him. The boy stared at the hermit. I guess eyeing him down, or what to make of him. The homeless man didn’t have very good eyesight but could see the boy had curly blond hair with a bit of brown.
The homeless man could tell maybe that the kid was around 8 years old and was obviously looking for a way out of his fancy black chair. The mother spotted the boy and turned to see what he was seeing. The woman saw the dirty old hermit in rags. She gave he hermit a distasteful look, like everybody did, and then pulled the boy and made him look face forward again.
Even though the little kid turned quick glances at him every now and then. Finally the homeless man got up and walked back inside wearing his dusty old piece of cloth as a hat, more pieces of trash such as a garbage bag and a torn up coat as a coat, ripped up shorts as pants, and also his cold bare feet.
Once he entered his little hut made out of rash the salty smell of the sea that curled around his body giving him a happy feeling had completely disappeared. Evaporated from the stench of the new filthy one that polluted the man’s home. As he sat down on his pack of magazines he could feel the wet pants rub against his dry and cold body.
He sighed and searched for food. When he found none he went out to go find more, but finding food in the middle of the iron jungle was not an easy task….
Please tell me what you think. (trust me, it will get better...)