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Strangers

He imagined saying “Help” to a passerby.

Odin Halvorson
Dec 14, 2022
Edited by the author. Original by JCruzTheTruth — Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0

Isiah wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and huddled in the doorway of the old Taco Bell — ten years closed; even the chains didn’t survive in this part of town. He felt like a broken toy, discarded. Dirty sneakers, losing their soles, like open mouths with his toes like many-flanged tongues.

He imagined saying “Help” to a passerby. Maybe, “Few bucks for a warm meal?” But there were no passersby, here, and if they came, they would keep walking without a second glance, or even a thought in their minds.

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Odin Halvorson
Odin Halvorson

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A futurist/socialist/fantasist writer, editor, and scholar. MFA/MLIS. Free access to my articles at OdinHalvorson.substack.com | More over at OdinHalvorson.com.

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