The tramp
It was a cold, winter night and the snow was covering the skyline like a crisp, white blanket. People were hurrying to do their last minute Christmas shopping as they flocked to the shops like ants on some honey. All of them had their big, warm coats on soft, woolly hats.
I however was not like them. I didn’t have any family to buy presents for. I didn’t have any money to but them full stop! All I would do all day was walk up ad down the streets to keep myself from freezing over like a lolly. If I was lucky I might get some money of some passing stranger but not very often. These days people are so self centred and do not care about anyone or anything else, this is why the world is like it is with all the wars and such. Anyway my story begins in an unused room in the local travel inn. I woke up suddenly, looking around desperately trying to make sense of my surroundings. I wiped the sweat of my brow with my old, worn sleeve. What had I done last night? I pondered, and who on earth did I get here! I scrambled up to my feet, my heart racing for some unknown reason. I tripped into the bathroom narrowly missing the door frame. I looked in the mirror and saw a monster looking back. His hair, not growing even like a normal person’s hair but more in tufts on random places on his sweaty head. That monster was me. I had many scars on my face from a number of fights, to many to name. My teeth were the worst. I had very few teeth left but the ones I did have were black and yellow. After reflecting on my personal looks I splashed some water on my face and walked out of the bathroom picked up my coat and climbed out the window.
