CharlaXWordsworth

TheTotalStranger


In the vernacular perhaps his style but charlax words an emulation
The owl was hoot the hour was late the jig was sawed, as the total stranger entered town he walked and carried a  Hurley bough bundle on a stick much like the old train hoboes used to did. He wanted wine the kind of thing a hoboe wants when in a town and so he began to unwind the contents of the stick he laid the bag down and carefully untied the bundle just like anyone would or the Idiot Boy in summer did. He shook the Hurley Bough again the money was still missing. He waited until daylight and then walked into the market place he was very near the door the people used to enter market when he put a pence he had found on ground in hand and did his asking for his alms. He had a want for the glass bottle with the cork it was only 185p a steal at that price he noticed that the content was too high about 12 % alcoholic high. He finally had the mark the price in hand and entered near the bargain bin. The bottle was so old the label came off in his hand but no suspicion entered in the mind he paid the counter helper then he almost ran away to a dark shadow where he could hide from them that drink. The bottle sipped he walked away to ask his alms anothere day. His shiney pants was give away to what he does for a living. His shirt was not much better but he had the stuff he needs for weather in the tummy tucked away of the total stranger.