Sunday, 7 July 2019


Redundancy hit hard. Everything gone, being a somebody, the cars, the golfing trips to Spain. But Carol walking out with the kids, now that hurt. Could life get any worse?

“You have a good day” the warden at the shelter for the homeless said.
“Yeah whatever” I muttered.

The wheelie bins stank of waste food, vomit and piss, but the old adage one man’s trash is another’s treasure. The first two rubbish bags did not live up to that, but the third, “Jeepers” I said as I closed the canvas bag and briskly walked away. And then the dilemma started, the internal conflict. Hand it into the police, or not.
The weeks passed and despondency had set in. “Tony Johns?” I looked up from my cold mug of tea.
“Yeah” I said “What now?”
“If you would come with us please” the policeman said.
The detective inspector looked me in the eyes and said “The stolen property and jewellery is very valuable, and also of great sentimentality too”
“So what has that got to do with me?”
“Actually quite a lot” said the detective inspector,
I could not believe I was hearing this “You’ve got to be joking”

The woman in the azure suit walked over from the window and smiled “No Tony he is not joking, and yes it’s of great sentimental value.” I was starting to feel the winds of change when she said “My family can’t thank you enough for handing in our property and we would like you to accept this reward by way of thanks.”

The reward enabled me to turn my life full circle, but I had no desire to be top dog with a flash car. And so here I am just trying to give something back.
“Be lucky” I said locking the door behind the last person to leave the shelter for the day.

Word count 312.

A wheelie bin would be a dumpster in the USA

© Julian Clarke 2019
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What if

What if the journey's
the destination
now did you arrive
before you got there?

What if you told me you loved me;
what if I said, I don't love you.

What if your journey
is the place to be,
then why didn't you halt
at the fork in the road?

What if your loves an apparition
what of the fool you made of me!

© Julian Clarke 2019