What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the self made Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Lucky".
The two cops, one a Sergeant, the other a rookie, weaved their way through the cardboard shipping boxes and shopping carts down on Homeless Row. Under the elevated highway. The rookie's new beat.
"Over there, that's Crazy Mary. She hears voices and sometimes she sees people who aren't there. Over there, that's Tupac."
"Tupac? They call him after a dead rapper?"
"Yeah, well, maybe because he's been shot four times."
"Ouch. Who's that?"
"Out there. That guy all by himself."
"Him? An outcast. The most luckless man I have ever known. And these poor perverse bastards call him "Lucky".
(Today is Thanksgiving Day - a day to remember how "Lucky" we all, one and all, are. For me, personally, it's a day to give special thanks, to and for, all of you - you have changed the course of my life - and in a positive direction, at that. Thank God for all of you.)