The Streets

God, it was an awful day; wet, dank and cold. He watched as people’s boots went by, his head bowed and shoulders slumped. Defeat was written into his very being.

In the last two years, he’d been beaten, spat on and had pretty much everything stolen from him more than once. Everything but the one thing that never left his person. It was a photo of the two most important things in the world to him; his wife and daughter.

It wasn’t until he was in the shelter and everyone was asleep that he took out the picture and ran his thumb pad over their faces. His daughter with a gap-toothed grin and bouncy curls. His wife was caught mid-laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. His heart twisted; he missed them so much.

In the morning he was fortunate enough to catch a warm shower, his first in a couple of weeks. A few days before, he’d used some precious coins to wash his clothes at the laundrette, including a “new” shirt and pants he picked up at a clothing bank to wear today. After packing his meagre belongings, he headed for the train station for a three-hour trip North.

He made this trip twice a year, begging all hours for spare change, not matter what the weather, all to buy the ticket. It would be a 30-minute walk from the train station. He prayed the weather would hold, not that God was in a habit of actually listening to his prayers.

The route was familiar; he’d walked down this lane twice a year and plenty more times before he’d ended up on the streets. I hurt his heart that this was as close to home as he got these days. Finally, he’d reached the end.

All he had left of his family now were two stone markers. A drunk driver on a dark highway and his whole world was gone. His throat burned and eyes filled with tears. Time was no man’s friend and it certainly didn’t make the grief any easier to bear.

Some people talked to graves if the people were still there. Not him. What would he tell them? His wife would be so disappointed in him now, he couldn’t even get it together enough to buy her flowers. Instead, he pulled out the picture and just remembered.

Hours passed until finally he looked up and knew he’d have to have to hustle if he would make the last train. The picture went back to its spot beside his heart and he kissed his fingers before resting them against the cold stone.

“I’ll see you both again at Christmas.”

Words: 443 words
Prompt: Picture prompt

PSA: Did you know that were are more likely to ask a stranger on the tube about their life than say a simple “hello” to a homeless person. Why is that? We freely judge a person whom we know nothing about. As you rush in life, next time you see a person on the street, shoulders hunched over and watching boots go by, stop and say “hello”. You might the first person to speak to them in many, many days.

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The Perfect Words

Never had an empty page been so infuriating. As an architect, a blank canvas was usually the opitomy of a good day. Any day except today. In 15 hours and 47 minutes, Mark would speak some of the most important words of his life – his wedding vows.

Just as he threw the pen down in frustration, the office door opened. His father stuck his head in, holding up a bottle of scotch and two crystal glasses hand his hand.

“I thought this might help,” he said putting bottle and glasses down on the desk.

“You think I have to be drunk to write my vows?” His voice incredulous.

“No, but it was this or a cigar and we both know your mother would have our hides if we lit up in the house.” He poured the scotch at least two fingers deep.

“How did you do it, Dad?”

“I’ll give you the same advice your grandmother gave me. Forget the vows and forget the wedding guests. If this was the last thing you ever said to her, what would you say?”

Mark’s father saw the confusion lift from Mark’s face. He left the room knowing everything would be okay.

Mark on the hand wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to say, it was there was so much to say and, he only had 30 seconds to sum up the love he had for his wife-to-be.


“Mark and Maria have decided to write their own vows and will share them with us. Mark?”

He took a deep breath, brushing back a stray hair from Maria’s face.

“I remember when I told you I didn’t believe in soul mates. God, how wrong was I? A feeling hit me like a train as we made eye contact across the law library and I was gone! Since then, you’ve been my friend, my confidant and my be all and end all.

“I love you more than I ever thought possible. I love you beyond the moon to infinity.”

He paused to wipe away the tears tracking down Maria’s face, the pad of his thumb caressing her cheek.

“I’m truely blessed to be a part of your world and there’s still a part of me that can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you. There’s no luckier man. I love you.”

Prompt: Word Prompt “I do.”
Word Count: 397 words

While You Were Sleeping

The lights were off as the end-titles of the movie faded to black leaving my room in a pale wash. Just enough light to see watch my best friend as she lay slumbering beside me.

Laura Wait had been a part of my life since we were six years old, and her mother Margaret blew into town and blew back out leaving Laura with her father while she “found herself”.

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Her eyelashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks. Only Laura could blush in her sleep. I longed to delve inside her mind and find out exactly what – or who – she saw. I was in complete stalker mode as I watched her, but I couldn’t help it. I’d watched her every night she was in my bed. That was nothing new; Laura and I’d been sharing a bed for as long as we’d know each other.

Things had changed though. I might have been fifteen, but I wasn’t stupid. Waking up covered in cum after a dream involving Laura, naked and spread out in front of me was the first sign. I noticed things. Things like how her ass looked in a pair of skinny jeans, or how my fingers itched to run through her long, chestnut hair. Mostly, it was how I would get semi-hard every time she was near…like now.

She murmured in her sleep; unintelligible mutterings that made me love her more. Laura shuffled closer to me, some of her hair falling in her face. I gave into my wants and moved it back, so I could see her flushed cheeks again.

My beautiful best friend.

“The thing is, Laura Wait, I want to be more than friends.”

Prompt: Picture Prompt
Word Count: 280 words