Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #88

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.”

The image below is from niklin1 at DeviantArt.For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of an old man sitting in a subway car holding a large cardboard box on his lap.

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Anthony was in deep thought when someone bumped into him, jarring the box he was holding on his knees.

“Do you mind!” He wasn’t angry but the tone wasn’t pleasant either.

“Oh I am sorry,” the man said, “I cannot see very well”

He then noticed his white cane and was ashamed of getting upset with the stranger.

“Sorry, I should be more careful but it was the movement of the carriage that made me stumble” the stranger explained further.

Now Anthony was feeling very small. “It is okay”. “I should have been paying more attention and should have moved to give your room to pass”

They both were closer in age and started talking. It wasn’t long till Anthony realized that the stranger, who had introduced himself as Albert was more or less in a similar predicament as he was. While Anthony was evicted from his home because he couldn’t pay the rent, Albert was being threatened by eviction.

“I am going to this place a friend mentioned where they give you free bed and food. All you have to do is help others in the home” Albert told him. Anthony thought it was the solution that he was looking for, with all his worldly goods in a cardboard box in his hands. Maybe it could work for them both.

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#Keepitalive

#FFFC

23 thoughts on “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #88

  1. He pondered his quest
    Forty years in the making
    Finally, he was going to re-meet his daughter
    The child he gave up
    Ignored
    There were more important things at the time
    Work
    Alcohol
    More work
    More alcohol
    He missed her entire life
    She has kids now
    His grandchildren
    How will he explain
    Where he has been all these years
    Maybe this box
    Filled with drawings, letters, photographs and stuffed animals
    Will remind his daughter of better times
    And let his grandchildren know
    That Poppy always loved their mommy
    Despite his absence

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      1. Mmm. I totally understand. Though I lived all of my childhood, and most of my adulthood in Los Angeles, the city is so spread out you don’t come face-to-face with the prevalence of homelessness like you do in Seattle, or in Portland, which is close to where I live now. It breaks my heart too.

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