THREE FORMS OF FORLORN
She was as small as they come. He was no bigger.
There was a third guy too, but he didn't matter.
They were sharing a meal - some cold soup from a
large pop-top can someone had given them as I watched.
A big, chunky beef stew, it seemed. Their carts and baggage,
overblown black plastic bags and such, they'd parked near the
entryway, off the side of the station where they'd ducked in
for warmth. Outside, it was brutally cold. They couldn't be
blamed for that. While they were sharing the sloppy slurps,
someone else came by and gave each of them a dollar;
seemed a simple and paltry sum to try to make sense of -
a token, if that, of nothing at all. What would they do?
Balancing that against the cold soup, I'd bet they'd take
more soup. The dollars they each stuffed away. Maybe
they'd pool their money later, in the cold, cold dark.
Did they look forward to that? Jeez, I hoped not.
She was as small as they come. He was no bigger.
There was a third guy too, but he didn't matter.
They were sharing a meal - some cold soup from a
large pop-top can someone had given them as I watched.
A big, chunky beef stew, it seemed. Their carts and baggage,
overblown black plastic bags and such, they'd parked near the
entryway, off the side of the station where they'd ducked in
for warmth. Outside, it was brutally cold. They couldn't be
blamed for that. While they were sharing the sloppy slurps,
someone else came by and gave each of them a dollar;
seemed a simple and paltry sum to try to make sense of -
a token, if that, of nothing at all. What would they do?
Balancing that against the cold soup, I'd bet they'd take
more soup. The dollars they each stuffed away. Maybe
they'd pool their money later, in the cold, cold dark.
Did they look forward to that? Jeez, I hoped not.
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