“It’s just for a couple days, man. I swear.”
“I know brother. I got you. I wish you could have the couch, but you know Giselle. She promised Ladonna she wouldn’t let you crash with us.”
“You gonna get in the doghouse she finds out?”
“I’ll handle it. You and me, we go way back. She knows that.”
“There a bathroom here?”
“Down the hall there’s a janitor closet got a toilet and sink. The lock’s busted, so you shouldn’t have no problem.”
“What do I say if somebody asks me?”
“You worry too much. Nobody ever comes down here.”
Nobody but them. I love the atmosphere of this story. Hope and defeat walking together.
Oh no, hard times, I love the bleakness of it all, but can’t help wondering that someone else may “come down here” leaves me with a sinister feeling, i reckon this could develop into a really good story.
My jaded self thinks it’s better than he deserves…. Skillful telling of an age-old story.
I hope it goes well. … I worry it won’t …
Great write!
Many homeless people – too many – would be grateful for even that bleak roof over their heads.
Also worried about the ‘nobody comes down here’ line 🙂