55 words about a Hobo – Flash Fiction

Sitting near the river, a brown bag in her hand, the obvious thought comes to mind, a drunk.

Someone had given her a two euro piece.  She bought a bread roll and a bottle of water, then went to sit by the water to have her lunch.  Homeless she might be, but not an alcoholic.

Written for: Written Words Never Die

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