Toe Jam: 5 Minute Freewrite: Friday
He shook his boot off. The mud that had stained the sides of his soles with its ever-lasting stick like a piece of gum stuck to the fingers after having reach under an elementary school table. The thud of the boot hitting the floor was sure to arouse his neighbor's suspicions of his dayly routine.
What do I care? he thought. I'm the one that works all day while they are up all night and sleep during the day.
The smell that came from his sock when he went to take them off infiltrated his nose as if it were a Viking raiding party pilaging Christian territory. His head whipped back.
Earlier in the day, there had been a fight on the street that broke out between two homeless bums. One was hopped up on painkillers, he said so himself, and the other one had a bottle a Jack Daniels in his hand. They were arguing over who was going to get the curb for the night, passing cars and pedestrians were prime targets for getting money.
Luke went over to stop the shoving and the pushing. He didn't want to see either one of them get hit by a bus as the other through him into the street. It was a busy street.
When Luke was a few feet from them, they suddenly turned and ganked Luke like a ninja coming down on his foe from the rafters. Luke took two punches to the head, another to the gut, and then his legs were kicked out from under him as he was pushed back into the mud where the half-dying plant was basking in the sun's glory.
The bums were on top of Luke, rummaging through his pockets for anything they could quickly snatch. All they got were a couple of toothpicks and a picture of his ex. When they demanded his wallet, Luke told them that he left the house without it. They patted down Luke pockets. They found nothing. They ran off.
Luke got up. His face, starting to look like It's red balloon, was swelling. His left eyebrow dropped a little blood down the front of his shirt. He touched the spot. He noted how the red on his finger looked like a young Olsen twin finding lipstick for the first time. He limped home after that.
Luke braved the sock pull and went back in for another dive, this time holding his breath. Pulling off the sock, he saw the toe jam that had build up over the days he had been walking around town to see where he would move next. He wasn't going to be allowed to stay with the ex much longer. Time was running out.
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Well written story @tristancarax, and very realisticly pictured with the robbery and the toe jam, thanks for sharing, it's awesome.
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