Bimba
I hopelessly sit on the chalky sidewalk alone, isolated from the roar of street cars and buses intrusively honking their obnoxious horns. My thoughts surround me as I wait for someone to make a simple gesture and toss a small bill in my decrepit Tim Hortons’ coffee cup. The petite awning of the Korean restaurant I sit my back against, along with my cup and two nickels, is all I have. Ever since I lost my job, I cannot bear to see the face of a human, especially my own.
Listening to the sound of jubilant people laugh eats at my wandering soul. I am but a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. I feel as displaced as a whimpering dog left to fend for itself. For the first time, I lift my head up from the dead and discreetly peer out
I hopelessly sit on the chalky sidewalk alone, isolated from the roar of street cars and buses intrusively honking their obnoxious horns. My thoughts surround me as I wait for someone to make a simple gesture and toss a small bill in my decrepit Tim Hortons’ coffee cup. The petite awning of the Korean restaurant I sit my back against, along with my cup and two nickels, is all I have. Ever since I lost my job, I cannot bear to see the face of a human, especially my own.
Listening to the sound of jubilant people laugh eats at my wandering soul. I am but a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. I feel as displaced as a whimpering dog left to fend for itself. For the first time, I lift my head up from the dead and discreetly peer out