Lunch: A Drabble

She crosses the street, takes the underpass to the main road. This is a route she’s walked every day, she could do it blindfolded.

On her right, there’s a pile of blankets against a brick wall.“Hey,” She says to the blankets.  They move. A dirty face smiles at her, “Well, hello there.”She passes him a package, “Your lunch.”

“Thanks, Curly.”

Four men in business suits are walking towards them. Laughing, engaging in douchebaggery.

“Get a job!” One of them shouts towards the man in the blankets.

“I’d love a job,” he shouts back. “Can I borrow a suit?”


drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.

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