I Wonder

Anthology of Hundred-Word Stories: Story 3

It was summer. I was walking home from my in-company training, the night breeze soothing my tiredness as I trudged along the footbridge.

My interest was caught by a homeless old man sleeping on one side of the bridge. His bed was the cold cemented floor. His blanket was the dirty, polluted air. His bedside lamp was the lights of the nearby establishments. And the honking of cars was his lullaby.

An insane thought crossed my mind: I wanted to try it too.

Yet, I continued walking home and got a good night sleep with the comfort of my bed.

Reviews

[Faeth Webb]

"the company I was training at" is a little clunky. You'd save some words you could add elsewhere if you shortened that. I like the ending. It's so true for most of us armchair adventurers.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The reality hits you...I see this is Makati...every night and I wonder for a moment...would you step into their shoes for a just a brief minute...understand the simplicity --- yet the complexity of the situation...have we abandon them as society...or do we accept the fact we can be in there place tomorrow...you cover a moment and capture the scene here...

on a side note...can I ask why you want to be on my friend's list...when you know little if anything of the me like this story of yours...just a thought...good day...

[SenecaXXIV]

Good day. I just wanted to find some friends here at WritersCafe then, I found your name popped up on the list of people to send request to. Just thought it's good to send a request to you since you must be a Filipino too, am I right?
Anyway, that story is true. I experienced it during the summer of 2014 in Quezon City. I'm from Albay so, the experience really placed a mark on me.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Yes..I'm Filipino...yet I grew up in the USA most of my entire life and reside back in PI now with my family...