Random Vignette
I was walking back home and noticed the town drunk lazily dropping to sit on the cold pavement. On his right hand was a bottle of cheap alcohol and he placed his left on the floor to support him. He's wearing the same tattered clothes I have always seen him wear. As soon as I'm a good few feet away from him, I look back and see droplets of tears escape his eyes. He looks over to the moon and whispers something inaudible. I must have looked at him for too long and soon his bloodshot eyes found mine. I immediately turned around and continued walking down the street but one question kept repeating in my mind, “When was the last time life was ever kind to you, sir?”











