Derelicts
"Aye, girl!"
A gruff man with disheveled hair and ratty, holey clothes waved at me, trying to get my attention.
"Yeah, you!" He motioned for me to come towards him when he caught my eye. I tentatively walked over, concentrating on each step since the pain lingered. As I cleared the distance between us, he looked me over, noticing the deep red smeared all over my person.
"Dear lass! You've got blood all over!" he flailed with wide eyes. I caught a whiff of alcohol on his breath when he stooped over to catch me in my faint.
When I came to, I was sprawled out on a pile of cardboard and newspapers. Seeing newspapers reminded me of him. How he'd drink his coffee, and turn the pages of the paper just so without burning it with his cigarette. What a way to start the day, thinking of how that bastard lied and cheated! I looked around, seeing a struggling fire in a metal basin, and the old guy in rags sitting across from me, eating a bruised banana.
"You hurt yourself pretty bad back there. Luckily I saw ya before them police did. They'da taken ya back to the station and asked ya a million questions." He paused, stuffing another wad of brown banana in his mouth, then continued, mouth-full, "We don't take kindly to too many questions 'round here. Welcome to the Derelicts! The largest union of Homeless in Seattle U. S. of A.!"
Some hoots and hollers followed suit, and I realized I was in an encampment of people, all dressed like my new Derelict friend. It was just like the caravan...
A gruff man with disheveled hair and ratty, holey clothes waved at me, trying to get my attention.
"Yeah, you!" He motioned for me to come towards him when he caught my eye. I tentatively walked over, concentrating on each step since the pain lingered. As I cleared the distance between us, he looked me over, noticing the deep red smeared all over my person.
"Dear lass! You've got blood all over!" he flailed with wide eyes. I caught a whiff of alcohol on his breath when he stooped over to catch me in my faint.
When I came to, I was sprawled out on a pile of cardboard and newspapers. Seeing newspapers reminded me of him. How he'd drink his coffee, and turn the pages of the paper just so without burning it with his cigarette. What a way to start the day, thinking of how that bastard lied and cheated! I looked around, seeing a struggling fire in a metal basin, and the old guy in rags sitting across from me, eating a bruised banana.
"You hurt yourself pretty bad back there. Luckily I saw ya before them police did. They'da taken ya back to the station and asked ya a million questions." He paused, stuffing another wad of brown banana in his mouth, then continued, mouth-full, "We don't take kindly to too many questions 'round here. Welcome to the Derelicts! The largest union of Homeless in Seattle U. S. of A.!"
Some hoots and hollers followed suit, and I realized I was in an encampment of people, all dressed like my new Derelict friend. It was just like the caravan...
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Ari talks about it always, and I wish I knew, I wish that I could relate even a tinsy bit.
Lime, would you tell me?