Hard Times

He had no use for people.  As far as he was concerned they were worthless beings.  They were greedy, selfish, heartless, devious, dishonest and treacherous.  They were backbiters and haters.  

He once had lots of friends.  That was when he was rolling in money.  Foolishly, he was extravagant with his wealth and his favors.  Whenever they needed funds or endorsements, he was their man.

Then, hard times fell and he lost everything—including their friendship.  None of them lifted a finger to help him.  Disillusioned and embittered by their indifference, he’s now a homeless misanthrope, his companion, a dog.

99 Words

A homeless man bonds with his dog.

This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.

8 comments

  1. Sadly, I’d say he had it about right, at least for those he thought were his friends. An all too common experience. Good story well packaged.
    It reminded me of the book, ‘Travels with Lizbeth.’

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