little snip of original fiction
This is unlikely to go anywhere, ever, but I liked it enough to post. Loosely based on something that happened, once.
The first night DeAndre spent homeless was bitterly cold. He shelled out five of his last fifty dollars for a fifth of something awful at a party store and walked and drank until he couldn't see.
When he woke up, he was on someone's stoop and that someone was a short, angry white man with a beard.
"Get up!" the man yelled. DeAndre closed his eyes again. The man didn't go away.
"Get up!" he yelled. He kicked DeAndre, gingerly.
Andre made it to his feet. He swayed.
"Go on, get out of here!" the man yelled. He pushed DeAndre, not very hard, but it was suddenly all too much. DeAndre started crying. Great, ugly, heaving sobs. His nose began to run pretty much right away. He was sitting on the stoop, still crying, when the cops arrived a while later. The beard guy had gone back inside to call them, and hadn't come out again.
The first night DeAndre spent homeless was bitterly cold. He shelled out five of his last fifty dollars for a fifth of something awful at a party store and walked and drank until he couldn't see.
When he woke up, he was on someone's stoop and that someone was a short, angry white man with a beard.
"Get up!" the man yelled. DeAndre closed his eyes again. The man didn't go away.
"Get up!" he yelled. He kicked DeAndre, gingerly.
Andre made it to his feet. He swayed.
"Go on, get out of here!" the man yelled. He pushed DeAndre, not very hard, but it was suddenly all too much. DeAndre started crying. Great, ugly, heaving sobs. His nose began to run pretty much right away. He was sitting on the stoop, still crying, when the cops arrived a while later. The beard guy had gone back inside to call them, and hadn't come out again.