Posted by: glue | December 21, 2009

Hobo Blues

Coming from the railroad yard, a man with a rucksack approached our house.

To Write

He came from the train parked on the nearby tracks.  Mom was hanging up laundry.  Standing on the  other side of the low fence, he said something to her, and she went inside the house.  I could see him from where I sat on the far side of the laundry hanging on the clothesline. She returned after a few minutes and handed the man a sandwich.

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