"PETITIONS" by Daron D. Fraley
PETITIONS
"Get a job!"
Although he had heard the judgmental charge before, Mark winced as the shiny sports-car grumbled around the corner and sped down the street. The muggy afternoon pressed heavily on the hand-written cardboard sign—his strength waned, and he let his arm fall to his side, fingers still clutching the tattered brown square. Passing vehicles caused the flimsy sign to flap against his knee.
"I had a job," he whispered.
The traffic light above him glowed yellow, then red. A wave of ...
"Get a job!"
Although he had heard the judgmental charge before, Mark winced as the shiny sports-car grumbled around the corner and sped down the street. The muggy afternoon pressed heavily on the hand-written cardboard sign—his strength waned, and he let his arm fall to his side, fingers still clutching the tattered brown square. Passing vehicles caused the flimsy sign to flap against his knee.
"I had a job," he whispered.
The traffic light above him glowed yellow, then red. A wave of ...
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