As always . . . EXACTLY 100 words, not one word more and not one word less.
____________________________________________________________________
The sheets of rain were coming down now, just as they had in the jungles of Vietnam. The hollow roll of distant thunder didn't frighten him any more. The clap of lightning didn't illuminate the inside of the damp box in which he had taken shelter. The alley dumpster's large plastic lid, flipped open, provided some waterproofing (usually it was locked shut).
His sign tucked safely inside, so the letters wouldn't run, he had retired for the night and waited for the next day's abuse and rewards he'd get from begging. Tomorrow would be one whole year. It never came.
____________________________________________________________________
© Doyle D. Chastain I, 2oo8


Comments: 82
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Thanks Bhawana & Carol!
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
I very much appreciate your comment and support!
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Very powerful piece of writing. It speaks about much more than meets the eye.
We Americans are not so good at caring for the less fortunate. Our society was founded on lofty principals that we are proud of, but in our quest for the good life many are neglected. Your 100 words are a reminder of those principals.
Sorry to hear your brother was one of the 60,000 casualties of Vietnam. My Father and his brother did their tours as well although they both came back. Four of five Uncles of my father were lost in WW II . . . . Uncle Doyle, the sole survivor was 120% disabled after stepping on a Bouncing Betty Land mine during the Battle of the Bulge. I don't think some people realize how far ranging the effect of even one casualty can reach . . . but we do. We also know that using these troops for anything LESS than Nation Security is completely unethical . . . and dispicable. Sacrifices don't just come from the boys (and girls) in the field . . . they come from the people who care about them too. Thanks for your comment!
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Last year i got cited by the county for allowing 5 souls to take up quarters in my back yard...the powers that be would rather these folk live under the overpass than be safe, clean, and fed on private property..ARGGGG!!!
and so realistic. being of the era it brought so many memorys back fresh into my thoughts for the day.
A shame, is it not Penni?
Thanks Becky . . . the photo original (as cited) has been worked extensively for effect. I appreciate the comment!
"being of the era it brought so many memorys back fresh into my thoughts for the day. "
Actually . . . I lived through that too . . . but this is as true today (if not more so) as it was before.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
I think you should do a continuation of your story. It was excellent.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Thanks Tracey, Mary & Marilyn!
Ooooh . . . I agree Tinch . . . seems to be something that comes more naturally to me!
Thanks Pat!
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
peace, bay bay 2
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
This was a wonderful, albeit sad, drabble.
Thanks for bringing the Veterans plight to other's attention. I'm aware of it and it's a disgrace. This is a well-timed piece.
Sorry I've not been around much. :-)
This should be made into a commercial for a program that helps homeless veterans.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
this was the most powerful entry
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~