“What goes on in there?” George asked Rob as they passed the slovenly neighborhood hovel.
His friend explained, “That’s the only hangout many of the homeless in our county have.”
“We let them into our soup kitchen from 11:45 until 12:45 six days a week for lunch. The rest of the time they come here to talk and to get to know each other. Other than that most of them live on the streets.”
“We don’t butt into anyone’s private life. Just treat each one with respect. They’re quite a motley bunch of characters we have here.”
Thanks to David Stewart for this week’s photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for being our ringleader for our weekly Friday Fictioneers.