The wheels on Tonya’s cart aren’t in sync.
Doesn’t matter.
The gravel path between the glaring street lights makes the cart,
bulging with stretched-out sweaters, a greasy sleeping bag,
and the canvas tarp she uses as a tent when there is still “real estate” beneath the bridge,
go all wonky.
Tonya fingers the soft pink blanket on top. Rattles the bag of marbles – good for trade.
Perhaps someone has milk.
But the knife – cold and swift – ends all ideas of trade.
She bleeds out while a man, not heeding the mewl of the baby, flees with Tonya’s cart.
Wow! That’s grim!
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I know! Sorry.
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Really shocking Alicia!
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Sorry. I imagine that life on the streets is sort of a “dog-eat-dog” world. That’s what this picture prompt brought to mind.
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I can imagine you’re right.
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Oh NOOOOOOO!
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Yep!
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Yep, that is grim, but wonderful writing. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Iain.
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Oh my, that was heartbreaking. And still, we don’t see them. How heartbreaking…
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That was the idea. I don’t think we really see the people with the grocery carts or the men and women living under bridges. And even if we did, it’s hard to know what to do. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
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This was very real, great writing.
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Thanks so much, Michael. I appreciate your reading and leaving a comment.
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Oh no…. so tragic at the cry of the baby… a sad life
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I know! I often look at people sleeping under makeshift tents beneath bridges and think about who they “were” and what happened. Thanks.
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Wow, grim indeed. A hard life cut short. Now I’m worried about the baby…
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Let’s hope he’s a kind man. Thanks for reading “Tonya’s Cart.”
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Dear Alicia,
You packed a lot of story into a few words. Very dark and grisly. Well done as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks for your kind words, dear lady.
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So dark, so sad. Great writing.
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Thank you! Perhaps next week I’ll produce something that will make people smile.
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I’m sure this scene repeats itself around the world on a daily basis. I visited with a few homeless people and find that “the wheels are in sync” for many of them. Sad.
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I’m with you on that. Hard times make people do things they never expected. That’s so much for your wise words.
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what a sad ending. what happens to the baby now?
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Oh, your guess is as good as mine. Thanks for stopping “under the bridge.”
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When dark gets darker… This could be the start of a story…
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It could. But I hope I don’t need to write it. Thanks, Bjjorn.
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Wow. So dark and thought provoking. It is one of those stories you read and it stays with you.
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Thanks for reading and leaving such a lovely compliment.
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Sad. Quite a take on this one.
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Thanks for reading. Sorry the story made you sad.
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A powerfully written tale in only 100 words … masterful.
I imagine it’s extremely difficult for people who are homeless.
Sad ….
Isadora 😎
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Thank you, Isadora. I can’t imagine being homeless and try not to complain about simple things that don’t really matter. Sometimes I succeed.
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I’ve known a few that have been homeless due to job losses. It can effect the children too. Such a sad state to be in … timely write. ~~~ : -)
I live everyday with gratitude for everything. 😎
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Oh wow….!
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Thanks!
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A sad story, and the ending is powerful. I like how you brought in the trolley with wonky wheels, and the pink blanket and need for milk are clever touches, once you realise their true significance.
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Thank you, Margaret. I was hoping they wouldn’t be too much. Always a pleasure to have you stop by. Alicia
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That’s heartrending, Alicia. I had an abscessed root canal in one of my teeth and it was pulled so I’m late with this and I’ll be taking some time off from flash fiction. This was great writing. Congratulations again on having your story published. 🙂 — Suzanne
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