Happiness. It's relative.
The homeless outreach group I work with came upon a wandering, bewildered, hapless man last night and sent him home to his mama. The stories are always complicated. This one involved landing in Milwaukee somehow, losing everything, including his phone, sleeping behind gas stations,… Continue Reading “Flor de Cana Friday Round-Up”
The man behind them in line listened to everything. He held a stack of DVD’s, a hockey jersey, and two souvenir shot glasses from Las Vegas. Who buys souvenir shot glasses used, Gloria wondered, but only for a minute. The man looked at her… Continue Reading “The Purple Shirt: Part Three”
“Oh gee, I’m really sorry but this is exactly the shirt I was looking for,” Gloria said. “It’s a beautiful shirt. I can see why you’d like it.” She draped the purple shirt over the handle of her shopping cart and moved to the… Continue Reading “The Purple Shirt: Part Two”
Gloria stepped back from the women’s shirt rack and waited for the old lady to pass. Experienced thrift store shoppers know the dance. A person rifling through the hangers from one direction will step back and let the person rifling from the other direction… Continue Reading “The Purple Shirt: Part One”
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