High Street Life

(c) Dawn M. Miller

Eat local. I can’t. Council’s turned all the bins into ones you can’t look into. I’m not rooting around in rubbish on the off-chance.

Sleep local. I would. Not allowed anymore. Shop’s complained. I’d leave way before they opened. It’s the warmth seeping out that made me sleep in the entrance. Since sleeping by the river, I can’t shake the sniffles.

Read local. I’d like to. You know how much a book costs? More than a day’s worth, these days. Mind, they don’t want me in there since the owner changed.

Had a life here once.

New town, I reckon.


Today, I’ve joined Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for their inaugural challenge – find all the stories here.