Larry found a cell phone. He hit redial and reached Lacey. They arranged to meet at his bench; the red one next to the Yellow Poplar.
Lacey was a lovely girl; the first one to see Larry in a long time. Larry didn’t bother with people anymore and people didn’t bother with him. Lacey sat and took the phone from his hands. The next day she bought him a bagel and coffee. And the next.
Then Larry was gone. He fell back into the shadows. He sat, under a cloak, outside the subway. He slept on the pavement where she passed.
word count: 101
Written for the 52nd Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Week of 02-09 through 02-15-2016. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Ady. Thank you Ady!