Homeless

You're probably wondering how a gal like me ended up on the streets begging, well I married a bad un that's how and I had nowhere to go.

Today it was icy as I sat there begging for change with my rucksack on my back wrapped in my smelly blanket. I'd managed to earn enough last week to buy my third foam mattress, you know the thin ones you get from camping stores. I just couldn't bare sleeping on the hard floor so having a third mattress made it bearable.

I don't normally follow a crowd, you know how the homeless like to stick together, sure I knew a lot of people on the streets but I liked to go it alone. I didn't care much for the drinkers, always in your face loud and stinking breath, not for me, no siree.

So here I was on a cold winters day with an icy wind blowing, begging for change wondering where the hell I was going to sleep tonight, I mean I had this corner where I normally doss down but I was moved on yesterday by the police but that didn't matter, what with the wind blowing in it didn't offer much shelter anyway. As I sat there and pondered about my sleeping arrangements the idea came to me. There was a graveyard that I had my sites on. I thought of this because in a graveyard nobody would bother me and I'm not the type to get spooked easily. So when the sun set I set off to the graveyard to see if I could find a good spot out of the wind which had started to bring in the snow, boy did it cut through. I hastened my walk and came to the open boneyard. What would be nice would be a mausoleum, it would be enclosed and therefore out of the snow and cold. I entered the graveyard and scoured it for mausoleums, the place was quiet, deadly quiet. I came across what I was looking for but it was locked so I moved on to the next. That was locked too, out of frustration I banged the padlock and guess what, it fell apart, great! I pushed hard on the old wooden door for about five minutes and then with a final push it gave way. I lit a candle, this will be perfect I thought as I looked around, there was the tomb in the middle with some poor old wretch inside, a lot of cobwebs and that was about it, great I thought to myself, it was quiet, no one to disturb and bother me and most of all it was out of the snow, a bit dank and dark but beggars cant be choosers right?

I lit three candles, laid my three thin mattress down and settled into bed. I was quite proud of myself thinking of this ingenious idea and celebrated by sucking on chunks of chocolate that I had bought earlier on, I even read my book to the wee hours, hell why not treat myself, I sure as hell deserved it. You think that most people would get spooked sleeping in a place like that, but not me, I even read my horror book.

I woke up feeling refreshed, the most I have felt in a long time. I slept well because for the first time in ages I wasn't worried about some idiot bothering me. Humming to myself I packed up my bags and chuckled to myself, still quite pleased with myself in finding such a good spot. I'll come back tonight I told myself but first lets gets some breakfast, I was starving and knew just the place where they serve a good english fry up. Have to get some more candles too.
So I head for the door of the mausoleum and gave it a hard push and another one. Something was wrong, it wouldn't push, it wouldn't open, I tried and tried again but nothing was budging. Oh my god oh my god, something was wrong, I looked through a crack in the wall and there I saw a brand new lock!

Of course I hollered and hollered but nobody came, the mausoleum was in some far corner of the bone yard practically out of sight. No one would miss me, people would think that I just moved on. The panic and the dark set in, I would never see the light again, another flower or a bluesky. Who says I don't get spooked