The bum sitting with my brother was filthy, his grizzled beard stained with food and tobacco. He fixed me with his blue eyes.
“Got us a visitor,” he said through his gash mouth. He had no teeth and sounded like the gaunt prospector from some western.
“Who’s this old fuck?” I asked BB. ” Jesus? Solomon?”
The man sat up His twisted left leg seemed to pain him when he moved. “Name’s Danny. I am holed up here for a spell. You brother’s a Samaritan. Been bringing me food and keeping me company.”
“Danny was friends with Pop,” said BB. “In the Navy.”
And so we are reminded to thank a vet.
Great ‘voice’ – sounded so authentic!
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I hope that taught him not to make snap judgements.
Glad he finally caught a break.
You tell the story well, with good dialogue, excellent description and pace. Thank you for reminding us of the need to care for all those who are suffering.
Jumping to conclusions is not always wise. a thought-provoking piece.
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Lovely tale of humanity winning over cynicism.
We should never be quick to judge someone. Very well done as always.
That was wonderfully told…