Short but sweet….Part 3
It looks like I’m tied into writing these tiny pieces once a week for a year now so the limit for these pieces are 50 words or less and I’ll let you know if i’m going for an uber low one.
Right here goes…
Everyday, I walked passed the same homeless guy.
And I never stopped.
One day he was sneezing, the next he was gone.
I became sad.
He suddenly returned.
Realising I’ve missed at least one birthday,
I helped get him a job at my dad’s office.
‘Keep the Change’.
50, on the money
Let me know what you think