Time had run it's course. Never did it seem like the day would come. He kept waiting for the money to come in, but something always comes up... this paycheck... lost in the mail... clerical error... economic turmoil. All he hear was, "I'm sorry, but it's your problem." It seemed like only a week had passed when he was told he had one month until he saw the dreaded red tag on his door. But sure enough there it was with big red letters saying "EVICTED". He is alone in a strange city with nowhere to go or anyone to turn to.
Everything he owns on what was his front porch with that feeling his stomach. You know that one feeling where its almost like everything inside is trying to escape.
He would've cried if it weren't for the children walking home from school around him.
Where do I go?
Where do I stay?
What about my things?
He didn't have a ride, he didn't have a home, he had a few possessions but most were too bulky to keep...
So
He
Just
Began
Walking