Malcolm Morgan woke up in the back doorway of Powder Books with another massive headache and a bad attitude. The sun was rising earlier than he was ready, but Malcolm knew he had to pack up before people started hitting the streets to avoid someone calling the cops. This alley had been Malcolm’s home for almost a month and he didn’t want to lose this location that had everything he needed. Cardboard was always in great supply behind the store to make a private draft free bedroom in the doorway …

Short story derived from the photo below.
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“We’ll page you when we get another table going,” said the kid working the poker room desk, without even glancing up. This meant it was going to be an even longer night for Charlie. He hated waiting for a table; it could be 10 minutes or 2 hours. He couldn’t risk lingering since the goal was to go unnoticed and it was hard to be inconspicuous sitting by himself in a poker room. He also didn’t want to waste any money at the table …