A drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble. This one is based on some observations during my commute.
The shambling woman wore a tattered sweatshirt and knit hat despite the blazing afternoon heat. She lugged a plastic jug of water and a small piece of folded cardboard.
Gleaming in the sun and thrumming with restrained horsepower, the line of cars waiting to turn left were emblazoned with the alphanumeric currency of success: S550, A6, LS460, 535i, XJ-8.
The woman lurched onto the street. Reaching the median, she swayed and unfurled her sign, a barely legible “Bless yOu! AnytHinG heLpS!” Stumbling, she lost her balance, sprawled onto the street, and scrambled to avoid oncoming traffic.
The cars turned left.