How the mighty have fallen
A lone male figure was walking down a dark, empty alley. His head was bowed, his hands curled into tight balls stuffed into his torn and ragged trouser pockets. His back was arched and his feet were dragging in the damp mud. His clothes were shredded and needed fixing, making his appearance a vagabond…a tramp. He was not. He had a home. He just didn't know where that home was.
As he traipsed through the filth, the dark, seemingly empty alley came alive with glowing yellow eyes. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the figure stared placidly at him. He didn't look. Maybe didn't realise. Certainly didn't care. It didn't matter anyway. All that mattered was moving forward. Keep going…getting further away from…from them. Weariness caught up with him before long and he stopped to rest. He looked up at the stars. A blanket of black clouds was covering them. A storm?
The lamp like eyes flickered and closed. As a candle flickers and dies. It left him to be enveloped in the swirling darkness of the oncoming fog. The sounds that could be heard would drive him insane…though the people who live here…they're used to it. Sirens blaring 24/7. Dogs barking. Cats and car brakes screeching. The car horns. He hated the city! Though it would be his cover tonight.
Exhaustion kicking in he fell to his knees. He was kneeling in a filthy puddle. Disgusting. But he couldn't risk going anywhere public. Not now. Not yet! Looking over almost lazily he tried to work out where his options lay. He could stay in the middle of this dirt or he could get to the side. There were some boxes and old mattresses that would be a good place to catch some sleep. Deciding to go for the latter he managed to crawl to the wall of a long since shut down shop. He leaned against it but a twinge in his chest caused him to double up and breathe heavily. After a while the pain passed.
Taking out a long thin bar packaged in foil he unwrapped it. Chocolate. The only thing that connected him to the normal world. He looked at it remembering how he had obtained it. He had sat in a long coat, eyeing people hungrily. He had stationed himself outside a battered corner shop newsagent. Eventually after what seemed like hours, though it had barely been an hour, a little girl had come up to him and offered him one of his chocolate bars. He had stared at her smiling face. She could only be about seven. Kindness was a rare thing in this world and to have a little girl come to him with food…with no strings attached no less! A rare tear had formed in his eye at this thought but quickly he blinked it away. He took a piece from the bar and looked at it. Maybe if he nibbled it, it would last longer!
Thinking back to the girl he sighed. Such a young girl. No idea of the hardships this world had. Yet. She would never know what he had seen. Known…even been part of. She was vulnerable. Probably still believed the world to be nothing but to be a 'bed of roses.' Finishing the one piece he put the rest safely back in the grubby wrapper and put it in his only pocket still in one piece. Curling up he shivered and pulled a tatty blanket over him. It barely covered him but it would give him some warmth. Yawning he fell into a deep, tormented sleep.
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Ok everyone my new story that I've only just this minute written. I know people read my stories and I also know hardly anyone reviews! That is not the point of People put up their stories to be read and commented on! Not to review is a personal insult! And I will know if people read and don't review! Please please please please please please review! T-T