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…


Invisible Bonds

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.

He said,

‘Keep the Change’.




50, on the money

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