Episode Twenty Four: Quin Gets Kicked Out Into the Rain

Hello one and all! (I don’t actually mean everyone on Earth. Just the people who are on reading my blog.) Thanks for keeping this blog going strong and steady, and for keeping me out of the gutter. This small time writer thanks you. Thanks again for reading, and come again soon. -BW

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The snack bags were overpriced and small, but Quin picked one up with a bottle of pop. As he walked towards the checkout, he checked out his pockets for change. He had 37 cents exactly and not a penny more. He put the chips and soda back. At least he could sit on the floor for a minute and rest his feet. Quin sat down with his back against the drink coolers.

Hey, you.”

Quin looked around. It was the lady from behind the counter speaking. She had poked her head out of her enclosure.

Yes, you. Get off the floor. I have to close up, and I don’t have time to deal with jokers like you.”

She must be talking to me, Quin thought.

He painfully stood up, his body tired and his clothes heavy from the rain.

Why don’t you go sleep somewhere else?” she asked.

Quin shook his head.

I tried, but the park is too soggy.” he said.

What are you, homeless?” the lady asked.

No,” Quin said, “I’m just not home.”

The woman shooed Quin out of the convenience store and locked the door behind them. She had a waterproof windbreaker pulled above her hood. Quin had no coat.

Not that it’s any concern of mine,” the lady said, “but where are you going to go?”

Quin shrugged, squinting in the raindrops.

Oh, I don’t know. I guess I’ll do some more walking around.” he said.

Like I said, it’s no concern of mine. I don’t care what you do. I think that all homeless people are shiftless wasters, myself.”

I told you,” Quin said, “I’m not homeless. I just abide by a philosophy that allows me to . . .”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before. That means you’re homeless. Listen, that SUV over there isn’t mine. I have no idea where it came from, but it’s been parked there for three weeks. It’s not mine, so I don’t care who sleeps in it, but only for tonight. You had better be gone by morning, or I’ll call the cops on you. It’s unlocked.”

Having said that., the woman turned in the rain and walked to her car.

Thanks so much!” Quin called after her in the rain. She didn’t turn around.

Thanks for reading! Check in again every Tuesday and Saturday for more about Quin!

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