Another day.
So he rises from his house of cardboard and rotting blankets to greet the dawn. He lights the remainder of a cigarette discarded in the gutter overnight.
Slowly, slowly the rhythm of a city envelopes him and a tune comes to life in his mind. A song is singing in his ear ….
‘I’ve spent my days just chasing shadows
Looking for a winner
Set in my ways I have become
An unrepentant sinner
Surrounded by the also-rans
My fans are full time losers
They’re junkies, drunks and prostitutes
But beggars can’t be choosers.’
Such is life.
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99 words – no more, no less.
Richmond Road 
Wow Brutus, that is bloody awesome! Really nicely expressed. I don’t mean for this to read like some generic comment, l was really taken with this, nicely done.
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Gee … that is exceptionally kind of you.
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Not at all my friend, l really liked that a hell of a lot, it was powerfully expressed and succinct.
Such is life as an ending encapsulated everything about it in a way that was profound.
So thank you for writing it.
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Reblogged this on A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip! and commented:
Such is life – this is so powerfully expressed by Brutus.
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Thats incredible! I am in awe here! Your a talented writer! xox
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Aw, gee …. shucks.
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yeh … you did listen to me for once … share your talent pops, please don’t hide it!
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I have to post something now and again. Just to show that I am paying attention.
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And everyone likes a picture with a dog in it
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yes sadly we tend to think more of pets than people …
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Richmond, thank you for this tragic and yet beautifully written piece.
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This is my favorite of things I’ve read so far. Poignant.
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