In most major cities, homeless men litter the streets. Many people pass by them without a second glance or thought. However, these men are not nameless voids of life. They are people, just like us, who met unfortunate ends. And while some may indulge in less than desirable acts, many of these people are honest workers unable to find refuge in this foul economy.
“Without a Name: The Story of a Homeless Man” is a short story that tells the tale of one such man. Alone on the streets after being laid off after his boss begins a relationship with his wife, the man is left without the refuge of home, food, or family. This story details his struggle to be accepted in society, and his redemption which appears in the form of a young girl named Alicia.
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The bedraggled man sat down and rested his back against the rounded scepter from which the street lights hung like ice sickles. After standing on his feet for hours on end, he was no longer able to handle the pain circulating through his legs, and he elected to take a seat for a few moments.
Physically, the man was filthy. A wreath of lengthy, stringy hair had adopted a home on his face, sprouting from the top of his head and from his chin. The wild mane hadn't been brushed or tamed in months. His face was covered in dirt and grime, and his clothes were ragged and ripped from their weeks of wear without care. He had no access to a shower and hadn't bathed and cleansed himself since he had been expelled from his former life. The dirt and soot were a weight on his shoulders in all senses of the term. The slovenly form which he had been forced to adopt was an obstacle that disallowed him from striving for something greater than his pitiable existence.
It was not only in body that the man felt filthy. He had never believed his mind to be particularly unkempt, but over the months he had gained a sense of moral impurity. It was the community around him who had made him feel this way. The eyes of passing strangers bore into his, scolding him, letting him know that they considered not only his mind, but his soul, to be completely foul. They would look into his eyes, and see not a fellow human, but a dastardly, devilish creature.
“Without a Name: The Story of a Homeless Man” is a short story that tells the tale of one such man. Alone on the streets after being laid off after his boss begins a relationship with his wife, the man is left without the refuge of home, food, or family. This story details his struggle to be accepted in society, and his redemption which appears in the form of a young girl named Alicia.
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The bedraggled man sat down and rested his back against the rounded scepter from which the street lights hung like ice sickles. After standing on his feet for hours on end, he was no longer able to handle the pain circulating through his legs, and he elected to take a seat for a few moments.
Physically, the man was filthy. A wreath of lengthy, stringy hair had adopted a home on his face, sprouting from the top of his head and from his chin. The wild mane hadn't been brushed or tamed in months. His face was covered in dirt and grime, and his clothes were ragged and ripped from their weeks of wear without care. He had no access to a shower and hadn't bathed and cleansed himself since he had been expelled from his former life. The dirt and soot were a weight on his shoulders in all senses of the term. The slovenly form which he had been forced to adopt was an obstacle that disallowed him from striving for something greater than his pitiable existence.
It was not only in body that the man felt filthy. He had never believed his mind to be particularly unkempt, but over the months he had gained a sense of moral impurity. It was the community around him who had made him feel this way. The eyes of passing strangers bore into his, scolding him, letting him know that they considered not only his mind, but his soul, to be completely foul. They would look into his eyes, and see not a fellow human, but a dastardly, devilish creature.
