It is still raining and cold and dreary as a frozen hell here in the Queen City. I was walking down Trade St. with computer bag in hand. The bag was tightly held closed. She was at a covered bust stop. Just lying there under a dark olive jacket atop a sheet. Up to her neck in warmth.
Long dark hair swung around in the wind. I think she was asleep, I was walking to fast to really notice. All I remember is her twitching body. Her head was moving slowly from side to side. I felt bad for her in such cold weather. You see, I have not actually experienced the homeless just lying on the ground.
I have seen them muttering to themselves and stumbling down the street. Some with horrible dentistry and others with clear mental disorders... None however have been lying on the cold ground in person.
On a cheerier note there is another site I use to feature stories. Writing.com is a great community of literally every genre. I will not list them because there are at least seventy of them. Pictures can be posted too. An illustration featured later on Worth--Word today was rejected because it was too large.
Fine, can't handle my power....
So here we go!
Bison first and then a massive Burmese Python!
Both are true events.