New friends aren't always what they seem.Flash fiction, 300 word limit. |
We sailed up the boulevard in my white Cadillac on a Monday , just before sunset. I drove, while my newfound "friend" James rode shotgun. We met a couple hours ago as I was leaving the office, early for a change. He approached with the indifference of a seasoned panhandler, polite and unfazed by the potential for rejection. " Sir, can you spare a dollar for the bus?" I initially reached into my pocket before reconsidering. It was a beautiful day and my evening itinerary was empty. I gave him a quick once over. He was an older gentleman, a bit scruffy but appeared harmless. " Where ya headed? I can give you a ride." I offered. " Hollygrove. It's about 15 minutes north of here." " Not a problem. Hop in." I replied. On our way, we stopped and I bought us dinner. We engaged in unexpectedly stimulating conversation over foot-long subs and cold sodas. James was an interesting, intelligent guy. I wondered, but did not ask, how he came to be down on his luck. He mentioned the death of his wife several years back and I assumed that was a factor. Now, as we neared our destination, I took pride in the compassion I'd shown a stranger. Suddenly, James abruptly interrupted a fascinating war story and pointed. " Right here. That grey house on the left, that's mine." I looked over at the large, stately edifice and immediately stopped the car, surprised. " You live in THAT house? I thought you were homeless." " Why would you think that?" " You were panhandling. You even let me buy you dinner!" He chuckled before responding, " I wasn't panhandling. I didn't have any bills less than a 50 and the bus only takes ones. As for dinner, you offered, and what can I say, I like sandwiches." Word count - 300 |