Brian A. Hammar

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Copyright 2011 Brian A. Hammar

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Brian A. Hammar

The huddled man coughed blood past his shaking hands. He wiped his chin with the sleeve of his worn overcoat. A bundle of shivering urban debris in a wet alley between two dumpsters, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. The open lid of the dumpster offered some shelter from the falling rain. A trash fire might dull the teeth of the voracious cold, but everything was too wet to burn and, besides, the cops would probably clear the alley if they saw a fire. There was little to do but huddle and shiver…and die.

Another man watched, peeking from under a piece of scrap plywood. After his friend had not moved for a few minutes, he set his plywood aside, crawled to his friend, and nudged. The huddled man remained still, so he peeled back his friend’s overcoat to expose his feet. Just as he pulled at his friend’s laces, the huddled man kicked and drew back into his corner.

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