“Are you going to eat those?”
Delores was sitting on the park bench reading a book and hadn’t noticed the obviously homeless man sit down next to her. He pointed to the two potato chips on the paper wrapper, all that remained of the sandwich and chips she brought with her to the park.
“Take this,” Delores said. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a brown paper bag with a sandwich and chips in it and handed it to the man. “It was for my husband, but the bastard just texted me and said he couldn’t make it.”
Written for Today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.