Day 116

He looked disoriented inside the jeepney. You gave him the benefit of the doubt the instant you saw him. He could be the driver after all. But if he owned the vehicle, why would he be sleeping at the foot of the passenger seat? Surely, if he owned the thing, he would likely own a house too.

The sunlight was catching and he was trying to pick himself up. Maybe he would be sleeping elsewhere lest he wants to be thrown out with the verbosity of the jeepney owner. Where would he go? You don’t know, but for sure he would be walking on his bare feet.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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