Futures

Fil had been lucky, and rather scared. He had gotten 20 bucks, and some food, and for the most part, he didn't have to 'borrow' any of it. However, he also got a lot of attention. Too much. He didn't like what happened to people who got too much attention. like the wacko who gave him the 20. Fil had spotted at once that he was the self-proclaimed vigilante. His arm was injured. most likely by him breaking into Oscar's. Crazy sonofa bitch. Nice though. He didn't want to trade in his 20 for the man's sanity. Though he almost had anyway. The local vagrant had tried to steal his money from him. Fil wondered if that man was his future. Would Fil turn into a man who stole everything, sometimes for sport? Would the town despise him as much as the vagrant? Would he live to see that day anyway? How was Fil any better really? He was rather homeless, excluding his tree. He stole everything. Fil pondered long and hard about this, for he had no other distraction from the chill wind that had begun in the pitch-black darkness of last night. For there was no moon.

Finally, Fil decided that, if only a little, he was different from the vagrant. He did not throw rocks at cars. He did not pee on trees without regard for passersby. If only a slight step up, he decided that though the two homeless people were in the same situation, Fil had a conscience. And he was 10.