- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
A Man Trammelled by Pain
I do have a wise head you know, even if my flesh has weakened and seen better days and centuries.
I point my index finger hopelessly in your direction – and beg for your attention. Which I appreciate is small and limited.
You don’t really want to know my back story. It is not flashy or famous – just inevitable. I languish on the outskirts of your mind.
I dwell on the perimeters, the back streets. My habitat is bare, bleak and beyond basic. A doorway in plain sight corrupted by detritus.
I wait for your benevolence – forgotten coins. Swept up by a hand from a bottomless pocket. Landing at my feet without a word or glance.
But I am grateful and I will tell you my name. As you walk swiftly away to a better life. My name is Stewart and I have no fixed abode.