A date. A date!
Jane feels her heart plummet to the soles of her feet at the thought of it, of him, this good-looking and funny and warm guy, this young guy, his eyes smiling at her, waiting for her to say yes, I’d love to have dinner with you. And then her stomach roils at what his reaction must surely be when he finds out — and he will find out, because how do you keep it a secret, that you are such a loser who’s squatting in the basement of an abandoned house?
So very many things are already almost unnavigable when you’re homeless, and now this too. Romance is, indeed, smoke from a distant fire.
Every week at Uncharted, Ivy hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction challenge and blog hop. This week’s cue was SMOKE. The rules are simple: Write a story in six sentences, using the cue word any way you like. Join in the fun!
99 Monkeys 
Really interesting. How many people ever think of things like meeting someone, finding love, when living with circumstances such as homelessness and more? Lots to think about.
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Interesting SSS. How difficult it has to be to feel so unworthy to be able to enjoy associations because of the place where they reside, their lack of funds and because of the tragedies they have experienced.
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love that song!*
There’s an expression (heard in a George Thorogood song, ‘I’m outdoors ya know’) when you think about it ayiiee. It’s not just not having a home, it’s being home-less…. no place to go.
man!
good six
*Sanford & Townsend
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Aw, thanks. I love that song too.
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Indeed, so much seems and is impossible when you are homeless. They are not losers, even though they often think of themselves that way. It’s amazing the many ways such a thing can happen to a person.
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When losing a home and living rough, one must also lose hope and confidence in one’s ability to seize an opportunity.
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I think it’s a domino effect, yes.
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