Mermaid
A pile of laundry tossed against the cold stone staircase, at least it looked like that until the sun began to shine on it. Like a lizard sunning itself, Terry slowly began to move. He had survived another night. Struggling to his feet, he wipes away the brown and kaleidoscope in his eyes. A chill shook him down to his core making his hands feel like they would break off. The muscles along his abdomen clinched uncontrollably as what little there wanted to be set free. “Jesus. Where am I?” Wiping the spit from his face, he reached down and felt for his pants. Still there. Better than the last time. It wasn’t that good and he nodded off. It scared the crap out of him when the cop’s baton touched him down there. The girl wasn’t anywhere in sight, either. Just another day. He ended up leaving he jail in the jumpers he had been booked in with. Bastards couldn’t even find a donated shirt. A bit of sadness set in...