“You want a spot, you pay up” – the immutable rule!
Bullies with their switchblades had tried to smite him and then thrashed his stuff. Flustered and scared, he’d run away.
Nowhere to go, but mindful of the pristine neighbourhood, he shuffled along despite the heat. His kind were not welcome here.
Hunger gnawed at him. He found a half-eaten burger in someone’s garbage. The meat had degraded but the bun seemed chewable. Finding a shady spot where no one would notice him, he sat for a bit.
CAR CRASHES WALL; KILLS HOMELESS MAN
They did notice him the next day.
Written in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers using prompts from FOWC (pristine), Word of the Day (smite), Your Daily Word Prompt (fluster, mutable), The Daily Spur (nowhere, degraded), Ragtag Daily Prompt (mindful), MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day (heat)