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Hobo

48 y/o • Male

Unlike a "tramp", who works only when forced to, and a "bum", who does not work at all, a "hobo" is a traveling worker.

The Visitor
Story
I sat at a table enjoying myself picking out various ships and boats that dotted the English Channel when I was most rudely interrupted by a tap on my shoulder.
5 mins
Words: 1127
Read Time: 5 mins
(1)
Chicken and Sweetcorn
Story
Lucy had just plastered a bright yellow ticket on the vehicle when what seemed to be the owner dressed in a black suit confronted her. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’
11 mins
Words: 2242
Read Time: 11 mins
Rainbow
Story
She lay on her bed and looked up at the poster of the rainbow on the pale blue ceiling. “I wonder what it is that attracts two people in the first place?”
5 mins
Words: 1045
Read Time: 5 mins
(3)
Butterfly Girl
Poem
I met a girl Who is a butterfly With a dance for a walk And a laugh for a why
<1 min
Words: 105
Read Time: <1 min
(2)
It Went Quickly
Poem
It went quickly Faster with each introspective thought The nineties
<1 min
Words: 137
Read Time: <1 min
(1)
Strange Encounter
Story
I found out that she had flown to Israel while under the influence of cocaine. She confided this to me later, after she felt she could trust me.
9 mins
Words: 1902
Read Time: 9 mins
(1)
Flocks Unfathomable
Poem
We are birds amongst flocks unfathomable With mended wings that often touch in flight
<1 min
Words: 189
Read Time: <1 min
The Hope of Love
Story
Some things seemed to bear relation to what was in the imagination. The sounds of the wind, the colors of the sky, the smell of the ocean.
18 mins
Words: 3718
Read Time: 18 mins
A Child Again
Poem
The world was a fairytale long ago Till beasts became so burdened so...
1 min
Words: 209
Read Time: 1 min
The Springs of Ein Gedi
Story
At the top of the cliffs and to our right we could just see the great and mighty peaks of Masada. The place that history defines as a place of blood.
9 mins
Words: 1865
Read Time: 9 mins
(1)
My Love Cannot Die
Poem
Though all is different And I am older now And each day I ask why Why my love cannot die
<1 min
Words: 125
Read Time: <1 min
Every Picture Tells a Story
Story
She painted delicately he thought, her eyes tender with timidly engaging concentration and her hand shaking each time she dabbed away his tears. He couldn’t be sad anymore, she had seen to that.
5 mins
Words: 1008
Read Time: 5 mins