Pocket Fiction

Box Car

Published July 28, 2017 in Hobos - 0 Comments

Box Car

It was cold in the freight yard.

Wished for nothing but long johns,

all winter.

Now, they would have saved him.

His pants felt like they were made of paper.

Had two shots of rye left.

Needed one to warm up, but that didn’t last more than five minutes.

The chill got inside his bones.

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