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.
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This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.
Notes to Women 
Sad reality for all too many, who have only ‘fair weather friends.’
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Yes, it is.
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He has a good dog. A good dog is priceless. So are friends but he never truly had a true friend. A sad tale.
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Yes, at least he has the dog. Dogs are priceless. They are like family. And they are very loyal. It’s a sad thing when the people you thought were your friends turn out not to be.
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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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It’s sad that this is a common experience. Thanks, Bill. Will Google “Travels with Lizbeth. My post was inspired by Shakespeare’s play, Timon of Athens.
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Dear Adele,
Too real for comfort. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Yes, it is. Thank you 🙂
Shalom,
Adele
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