Tales from the vault of the thrown gauntlet

A Morning With Abner

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Photo by jesse williams on Unsplash

Abner woke to the harsh reality of his smelly pillow. It and the newspapers were the only things between him and the cold, hard cement. The pre-dawn chill was actually warmer. Abner unfolded himself from the fetal curl, stretched lazily and pulled up on his trusty shopping cart until he…