Wednesday, June 7, 2017

100 Words a Day 1077

Jason left the meager protection of the bus shelter to look down the street again, still no bus. He swore softly as he resumed his shivering vigil in the hut. It cut the wind a little, but did nothing for the winter chill.


His stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten that day, and the lack of energy made him feel colder. He’d had to take the day off work to go to a job interview and hadn’t been able to buy enough food as a result. The recruiter never got back to him and he assumed he had been passed up.

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