Can this be considered prose? Part 1, "THE TATTERED MAN".....Main Street as in any given city,is laden with...

with the unsettled.The abandoned,destitute the displaced.Bodies absent of perpetual shelter.The homeless.


Was a crisply chilled November morning.Blue skies loom to make for a most plesant day.I arrived at the shop just shy of 10am,as accustom.Fiddling with a fussy frozen door lock,out of nowhere,up pops this little man.I knew what he wanted.after a while you become numb to the questions,and the word NO rolls rotely off the tongue.Didn't get the chance to spout it out,he beat me to the punch.He says"hey boss got any work that i can do to earn a few bucks?haven't eaten in a day or so?.He fit the part.Third generation hand me down clothes,mis-matched shoes and a coat 3 sizes to big.Must double as a blanket,i thought to myself.Odd i mused,he doesn't have the signature of 2 day stale booz breath and half a mouth full of brown teeth.His eyes were clear,steady and spoke of hunger.With Christmas around the corner thought what the hell,and gave him 20 bucks...............


to be continued,,,,,

Can this be considered prose? Part 1, "THE TATTERED MAN".....Main Street as in any given city,is laden with...
Interesting encounter at the shop. Mismatched shoes and a coat doubling as a blanket. Wow!


But "the word NO rolls rotely off the tongue." How? what is rotely?





Ladle out part 2 please. . . .
Reply:A type of prose, yes, awesome, most defiantly my friend *^_^*








On to prt 2 @)~%26gt;~



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