Something To Eat
“The city is breaking up the encampment, clearing us out,” Olivia said. “I’m leaving.”
“Where are you going?” asked Simone.
“Jail.”
“Jail? Why?”
“In jail I’ll eat every day, have a place to sleep, shower and go to the toilet.”
Simone shivered and pulled the blanket tight around her shoulders. “Jail is awful.”
“Being old and homeless is worse.”
“How will you get sent to jail?”
Olivia opened her coat, exposing the pistol tucked in her waistband. “I’m robbing the first bank I see.”
Simone watched Olivia walk away and tried to ignore the hunger growling deep in her belly.
From Guest Contributor Robert P. Bishop
Robert, a US Army veteran and former Biology teacher, lives in Tucson, Arizona. His short fiction has appeared in numerous online and print journals.
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