His only possessions were what he managed to cram into his backpack. I’d see him sometimes, sitting on the grass out in front of the Kum and Go with a six pack of the cheapest beer he could find. He always waved and had a giant smile. Funny thing about him, he never panhandled like the rest of the homeless (or the pretend homeless) did. He didn’t carry the stench of alcohol around with him either. I always thought of him as more of a traveling Monk than homeless. Until he shot our neighbor’s dog for knocking over his beer.
Jerry Brotherton 
And then there’s that… Ha
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Boy, you sure do have a way with those twist endings, Jerry!!
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Thanks, I try my best.
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Another great unexpected ending! :)
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Goodness–I didn’t see that ending coming!
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Thanks my freiend
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EEK! :o My pooch did NOT like that surprise ending! ;-)
But GREAT 100 Word Wed story!
Is Kum and Go really the name of a store…or did you make that up?!?!
HUGS!!! :-)
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Honest…it is the name of a convenience store / liquor store / gas station.
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Great ending, Jerry. People are not the way they seem.
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True. That is most often the case.
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Didn’t see this one coming. You are a great suspense master 😉
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I thank you my friend.
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My pleasure as always.
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