The meeting in city hall was packed. There was a group there representing the people of town with little voice, the homeless. The group was indignant towards the mayor’s treatment of the poor. The mayor was pushing a new city ordinance that would ban the homeless. If anyone was caught “camping” in town they would be either escorted out of town or put in jail for breaking the ordinance of no sleeping outside of your own backyard. There were a couple of places the homeless usually slept under a couple of the city bridges. They were quiet, they didn’t bother anyone and a couple held down minimum wage jobs. The group that came to this open meeting at city hall and were very vocal in their distain of this proposed ordinance.
By the time the whole group had spoken the meeting, it was well past 10 pm and the council, to the dismay of the mayor, decided to take the idea off the table. The group left feeling proud they had done something to help out the homeless.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – indignant
I had kind of a light breakfast this morning, but at least I had something. In the past I have struggled, and the local food bank kept us from starving. I can’t thank them enough. I know this time is hard for many who are out of work. I had a friend who, a few years ago, was not only out of work but homeless too. I couldn’t fathom how bad it was wondering from day to night where your next meal would come from. I helped him out as best as I could from about 4 states away. He relied heavily on the homeless shelter for a while. Not a bad deal, doing chores around the shelter in exchange for dinner and the occasional sandwich at lunch. Now with so many out of work the food banks need to be as fully stocked as possible. Food is such a precious commodity that everyone should be able to get. Take a minute and think about that when you fix dinner tonight. For that reason I am grateful to have food to eat.
She was notorious for her paintings of poverty. She painted compassionately the families and children she saw sleeping in boxes, the adults left with nothing, and the forgotten elderly. She was so excited when she had her first showing because she could give the profits back to the community. The night of the art show a reporter asked her why she painted the homeless.
“A dear friend of mine became homeless. It is the way I can give back while honoring his memory” she explained. “He was the encouragement for me to pursue my art. I wouldn’t be here without him.”
The reporter asked what happened to him. She looked at him sadly and said, “He was jumped by two men for the twenty dollars he had just earned. He was so weak from lack of food he barely fought back.” She added, “He didn’t survive the attack.”
The reporter asked for his name. She smiled and said, “I always called him cowboy and that is why in each painting I paint a pair of cowboy boots somewhere so he is always with me.”
The following day the paper told of the turn-out at the art show and how much had been raised for the homeless shelter. There was no mention of her inspiration from cowboy. She shrugged it off and went back to painting a pair of cowboy boots on top of a full shopping cart.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – notorious