Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1199 | Genre: Drama
He returned again, empty-handed, not as much as a cent in his hand. After an hour’s wait, he showed up nonchalantly.
“I didn’t get anything….nobody gave me anything”, he stammered to her raging glare. “They all shoo me away, what can I do….”
A tight slap across his cheek stopped him. Tears streamed their way on his smoky face.
“You lazy bum, you don’t move your ass around as much, do you! Just that damned traffic signal. That is where you linger about all the time. Who will give you anything there? They are already so hot and angry, waiting at the signal. You think they will even look at you. You have no sense.”