Flash Fiction Prompts

The Homeless..

A Kodak photo that may have been taken in 1807 portraits a homeless skinny grey haired man. Maybe he escaped the starvation. In another thought, the poverty, or a misleading judgement of a so called creatures; kind a….

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In all cases, he seems as if he ran for ages, his jacket was taken away midway to the village. A jacked he did not tailor its pockets. Those were not meant for a fancy Channel wallet. His eyes were pale yellow, just close to his tiny chin. He laid down on his site facing the camera man, the back ground as a roller shutter of a local pastry shop. The owner was anything but a generous guy. The homeless lips cracked of thirst and hunger burned out his muscles. Left him craving for anything edible, maybe a left-over piece of bread hoping to dip it in water instead of honey before totally enjoying its refreshing blossom. The homeless recaps ancient memories; temporary though before waking up to the last scene of a zombies’ carnival.

By Life After Fifty

Hi everyone..
I am into project management. Thank you for visiting my profile ..Lately, I had that desire to write and share random illusions and thoughts ; but I was a bit hesitant. Hope it goes well and you enjoy posts.
Kate and Alfonzo are just an randomly selected unrealistic characters. The couple are not real and not related to any real person.
Non of the images in my blogs are mine; i just borrowed it from the internet.
Thank you all.

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