average day
"Here!" You shout, as if proud of your actions.
The Bum looks up to you, puzzled, he fiddles with the metal object for a moment, as if pondering what it does, and what the hell you're trying to prove.
Minutes later, he opens his squinting eyes, as he gasps in realization he seems shocked.
"Are those...Keys?"
You stare down at this heap of bones and hair, as if looking into the eyes of a small bug, or animal.
"Uh...Yeah. The keys to my car, you know..'vroom-vroom, beep, beep?" You make random hand-gestures, holding an invisible steering wheel you turn it left to right, with both hands.
"Ah, yeah, I love cars..And shiny keys!" He grins.
He stares up at you, you glare down at him, he blinks, you blink, he itches his flaky, dirty hair, you sigh and scratch your arse. This silence is held for at least two minutes..
"Look. Just take the fucking keys and take my car, alright!?"
You firmly push the keys into his palm.
You then allow him to follow you for the rest of your journey home.
You slump in the sofa, staring out the window, watching as the Bum attempts to drive your car. He slams the door into the nearby post, then someone's home, wincing you turn on the television..Trying to forget about your long gone prize. The Bum turns on your radio, as if mocking you, he begins to nod his head to the rhythm..'Fucking bastard...." You mutter beneath your breath. "I gave my car to a street-rat...A tramp that lays in dirt among dust. Why? Why!" You hold your head in your arms, crying in anguish.
How can you live like this?
The Bum looks up to you, puzzled, he fiddles with the metal object for a moment, as if pondering what it does, and what the hell you're trying to prove.
Minutes later, he opens his squinting eyes, as he gasps in realization he seems shocked.
"Are those...Keys?"
You stare down at this heap of bones and hair, as if looking into the eyes of a small bug, or animal.
"Uh...Yeah. The keys to my car, you know..'vroom-vroom, beep, beep?" You make random hand-gestures, holding an invisible steering wheel you turn it left to right, with both hands.
"Ah, yeah, I love cars..And shiny keys!" He grins.
He stares up at you, you glare down at him, he blinks, you blink, he itches his flaky, dirty hair, you sigh and scratch your arse. This silence is held for at least two minutes..
"Look. Just take the fucking keys and take my car, alright!?"
You firmly push the keys into his palm.
You then allow him to follow you for the rest of your journey home.
You slump in the sofa, staring out the window, watching as the Bum attempts to drive your car. He slams the door into the nearby post, then someone's home, wincing you turn on the television..Trying to forget about your long gone prize. The Bum turns on your radio, as if mocking you, he begins to nod his head to the rhythm..'Fucking bastard...." You mutter beneath your breath. "I gave my car to a street-rat...A tramp that lays in dirt among dust. Why? Why!" You hold your head in your arms, crying in anguish.
How can you live like this?