Lost and Found

This week’s picture made me think of all the homeless people I seem to see when I use one of these underpasses. What a sad irony that these lost souls are often referred to as an underclass. Friday Fictioneers is a group of writers that come together to create whatever comes to mind from the weekly photoprompt chosen by Rochelle Wisoff-fields. The challenge is to create a story with a beginning, a middle and an end while keeping within the wordcount of 100 words! Click on the blue frog for other people’s stories. 🙂

Picture copyright – Stephen Baum

Lost & Found – (100 words)

Moving warily down the ramp, Matt’s heart hammered as the sound of human laughter boomed deep and menacing from the gaping concrete mouth.

He flinched as two youths on bicycles burst out of the darkness and swept narrowly past, legs pumping rapidly, frames swinging back and forth in synchronous competition.

Anxiously, he plunged into the gloom where a silhouetted figure sat slumped against one wall. The acrid stench of ammonia assaulted his nostrils as he drew closer.

“Spare some change, mate?” The man slurred absently.

Angry and repulsed but ultimately relieved, Matt composed himself.

“Come on Dad, let’s go home.”