Just A Little Can Do A Lot
“Later Peter, see you tomorrow”, exhorted Barry.
“Awesome party man, yeah see you tomorrow too”, I replied. I had just left Barry’s party that he threw for Super bowl 48. I was walking home from the party with some leftovers. As I walked through the freezing and empty streets, I decided to take a shortcut home. By making a quick right between these two spooky houses, I was now headed down an alleyway which was dark and full of graffiti. Fog which seemed steel colored, due to the only light coming from the moon’s illumination, was just starting to rise from the ground. The only sound that came was from a wind drifting gently against the leaves of a Cherry Tree from the abandoned house on my left. The wind was super cold and stunning. It gave me the feeling of a burn you get when someone’s cold hands touch your bare back.
About fifty feet ahead of me, I saw something rocking back and forth. As I walked closer, I got scared hoping it wasn’t a viscous pit-bull. When I got close enough, I realized it was an old man. Right off the back, I noticed what he was wearing. The old man was wearing a sky blue t-shirt which seemed as thin as a napkin. He was also wearing an old hat with dirty, ripped, and roughed up blue Wrangler jeans. For shoes he had some brown torn up rain boots. After realizing what he was wearing, I noticed the only thing keeping him warm was that Duck Dynasty jet black beard he had.
He shivered while sitting on a green electricity box. His eyes seemed hazel. He laid their attention on his soda cans which lay between his feet in a black trash bag. The only other possession he had was a sign read “WILL WORK FOR ANYTHING” which laid to the right of the electricity box. It was like he was a statue, unfazed by everything going on around him.
I was actually scared of the old and helpless man. This was my first time seeing someone sit through such harsh circumstances. It straight up seemed like he was frozen in a game...