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Homelessness: A Narrative Fiction

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Halo smiled, "I think you are like me, all you know is hard times and it's hard to imagine anything else. Even when I was happy with my boyfriend, I still had all the sorrows of my home life. After I found Mom dead, it was like I was free, but the sad stuff doesn't go away. I feel like I have all this tension built up in me and there is no way to get it out." Jill's eyes lit up, "Exactly! I didn't know how to say it, but that's it! I feel like I need some cleansing or release if only I could be someone else for a day. I thought it was just me." "It is not just you, trust me, you know when I was homeless it was awful, but...never mind this is crazy," Halo assured her. "What!? You know you can tell me anything. Say what you started to say." Halo thought hard, then said, "I don't miss any of the life of being homeless, but I …show more content…

They two exchanged glances and picked up the pace slightly. The steps mimicked the speed of their own. They grew nervous. When Jill glanced around the only other close well-lit spot was at the bar across the street. She nodded in the direction of the bar to signal Halo to go that way. As they waited for an opening in traffic to cross a voice behind them said, "Hey, you know that place cards people and neither of you look twenty-one." They turned to see a figure standing in the dark. The girls could not see anything about this person. His voice was deep but sounded young and well masked by the noise of the traffic. The two were unsure if they should run or talk, he was not aggressive, but this was uncomfortable. The guy in the shadows asked, "So could I talk to you two for a minute?" Halo was silent and trembling, but Jill put on her game face and with a sharp tone said, "We have no interest in talking to strangers in the dark. I have a gun, and I am not afraid to use it, so back off! That's the only warning you get before I drop

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