"Unaccompanied Minor", or so said the tag pinned to his sweat stained shirt. Too tight school boy shorts ending mid-thigh, and a hairy gut peeking out from a worn shirt bottom painted a different picture. How long he'd been at the bus station was hard to say; "Been here as long as I have," employees would say. No one knew his name or what he looked like without his greasy, brillow pad beard. The only thing people knew was that they missed him when he was suddenly gone and the swarms of pigeons returned to the station, cooing and shitting.
DU LIEST GERADE
This Heart Got Teeth
KurzgeschichtenDrabbles. Flash fiction. Shorts. One shots. Call them what you will. Conatined here are stories that come and go quickly, passing in barely the span of a blink. Catch them if you can.
