Passage to nowhere #writephoto #microfiction

Once again Sue has a picture for us as a prompt at #writephoto

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One day soon

 

An odd spot to beg, he hears them say, but they don’t see. No one sees beyond the outstretched hand, the grime-encrusted fingers, the barely-there shoe leather. Certainly not the face. He has a beard of sorts, and scratches and scabs to distract them, but he knows his eyes are the same. If only they could see as far as his eyes.

He’d no more intended to end up here than he intended to end up homeless. He’d heard that one too: ‘They choose to be homeless’. Yeah. Life as an economic cycle: discuss. He’d be a case history for sure, boom to bust in 18 months – new job, new love, marriage, mortgage, partnership, bigger mortgage, affair, separation, redundancy, depression, divorce, eviction, homeless. The cruellest form of bingo.

Still the steps are dry, the takings ok and his hatred of the passersby intense. That’s the draw, that fuel, that brings him here.

He knows them all, he’s sure. The lawyer and the broker, the accountant and the consultant. Each brogue, stiletto, sharp crease, stocking. They approach, all clippety-clop, all confident in their destination. Some have the humility to slow, to wonder if, maybe, it could be them. But they don’t stop, don’t dare catch his eye in case they catch whatever it is he caught.

One day soon he’ll call a name, make an eye contact, see what happens when the great divide is crossed.

One day soon he’ll bring them to his side of the passage, narrowing it to its true dimensions.

One day soon he’ll know they know.

One day soon they’ll know it could be them.

One day soon his work will be done.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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29 Responses to Passage to nowhere #writephoto #microfiction

  1. Can’t happen soon enough. More power to him.

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    • TanGental says:

      Yes the invisible society rises up, now that would be a thing.

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      • We had an example of the other end of the scale rising up. At an information meeting for a proposed foyer for homeless people on the edge of the Bois de Boulogne, the residents, Armani suits, leopard skin coats etc all turned up to protest (obviously). It degenerated into a violent brawl, punches thrown, councillors having to call for police protection. The journalists had a field day calling for increased police presence to protect ordinary Parisiens from the violent hooligans in the chic quartiers.

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      • TanGental says:

        Sadly not just the French ‘elite’ would take such an approach

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      • No, but most people wouldn’t have the arrogance to assume that all they had to do was say, ‘no’ and that would be an end of it.

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  2. It could happen to any of us………..

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  3. ellenbest24 says:

    Beautifully penned a more than suitable response to the prompt. There for the grace…

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  4. Ritu says:

    Oooh!
    It’s something that could happen to anyone!

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  5. jan says:

    This reads like a song with the refrain “one day soon.” So sadly true – we have a huge homeless population in SF (the weather is mild) – some are okay to engage with, others can be dangerous. You never know.

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    • TanGental says:

      True there’s the problem – many with issues that should be dealt with by knowledge and understanding – substance abuse, mental health – so that caring people don’t engage because of fear or bad experiences. London has so many, it’s one of the saddest sights in such beautiful city

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  6. Sometimes Geoff you get to the heart of the matter with chilling accuracy – this is one of those times! I don’t suppose it will change until there is some sort of modern French Revolution uprising.

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  7. willowdot21 says:

    It can happen before you know it you are on a downward spiral and then see how quickly the friends disappear! Interesting read! xx

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  8. willowdot21 says:

    There but for the grace of God!

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  10. Powerful words. A great take on the prompt.

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  11. It is shocking how some people treat the homeless, and it really could happen to any of us.

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  13. Eileen says:

    Well done. Taking us inside the other side. The priest that started Room at the Inn in Nashville, TN, I think over 30 years ago, is still working with it. They now also train other churches in other towns how to do this and avoid problems they have encountered.. One of the homeless, that they had taken in, killed the priest’s mother who was a volunteer for the program way back not too long after they started. He has continued his work with the homeless.

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