They scuttled like ants, snatching up grubby quilts, pots, cardboard, their mouths hanging slack with panic and dismay.
But Trevor just kept on… and on.
Ploughing his digger across their patch, scattering their paltry possessions, crushing makeshift shelters.
“Yee-har!” screeched Trevor, circling his arm over his head, like he was rounding up cattle.
One vagrant stood aside, arms folded, observing, before turning to stare at me.
My face blazed with shame as I stooped to salvage an undamaged book, proffering it.
“Keep it,” he said, “for your mate.”
It was a bible.
“His need is greater than mine,” he said.
I’ve not been very prolific on the writing front for over a year now, so it was a lovely surprise this week to get third place in Flash 500 third quarter competition with The Sisterhood, and to have a second story also reach the shortlist. The judge said my story was ‘sparely written’. That’s almost 7 years of Friday Fictioneers for you… 😊 Thanks once again to Rochelle for all she does.