Day 119

A double take. Under the overpass stairs, covered by a dismantled box, was a man. He was lying asleep (dear heavens, not dead please) beside a black trash bag. He was in fetal position, just enough for his head and torso covered from what must have been a cold night. The shins of his legs showed, though. No blood, but no movement either. (Looking back, the trash bag could have been his valuables.)

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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