Tears of a Convict

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Boley Folks House
A transient enters a city, cursed by time and hardships contemplates his options and immediate future.

Submitted: July 24, 2019

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Tears of A Convict
 
Dammit ! The train has left me. I’m stranded here, God knows where, I’m busted broke, I’m homeless. I’m unemployed. If this Hell_ hole place enforces vagarancy statues, my next address will be County jail.
  Some compassionate police officer, on patrol, may opt to drive me to the city, county. Or state line and drop me off. I assure you I will not be appreciative . Being ran out on whatever, is never a compassionate feeling. Added to my hardship is the fact I’m an ex felon, who paid his debt to whomever ? I’m a fugitive.


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