Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
He pocketed the fifty dollars as he left the blood clinic. Fifty dollars, all the money had in the world. The most money he had in days. He had never expected to lose his job. He had never expected to lose his apartment. He never expected any of this. He particularly didn’t expect his fiancé to leave him when he lost his job. He thought they had been in love. He thought they would grow old together.
He thought wrong.
The nights in Seattle were cold this time of year but he had found an abandoned building where he had been welcomed. Not like a friend, but as an old acquaintance who had fallen on hard times. His clothes were clean as he still had access to the storage locker containing the few things he could salvage from his former life. Boxes of clothes and books. Those comprised his life and while he still could he would keep changing his clothes so that to all outward appearances he was “normal”.
As he wandered the streets he looked at people as they approached Pike Place Market. All manner of people were on the streets, from rich and successful businessmen to those not so successful, like himself. What separated the two was sometimes nothing more than luck, being in the right place at the right time. He shook his head at the luck he had – bad – and lamented his current situation. While he was unemployed and homeless, he still had a set of skills that could be put to use. He had been successful while the company he worked for had not. He knew he could be successful again.
As he turned his head to look around he saw a young girl sitting on the ground in one of the alleyways. Her clothes were threadbare, but well cared for, and her shoes were hole free. But what struck him was the sadness on her face. From across the street he felt the emotional darkness that she must have been feeling. He had been there himself and knew how she felt. With a brief look at the traffic he ran across the street.
Standing in front of her he could feel the darkness as it radiated from her. He knelt down and lifted her chin up so that he could look into her face. Her eyes, hollow and black, stared back at him.
“It’s going to be okay, everything is going to work out,” he said.
She looked at him and then a smile started to find its way on to her face. “I know,” she said, her hand striking out to grab him by the throat. “I know.”
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