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Washed up they called it, and he could see why. He felt like something that had been dragged up a pebbled beach by a callous tide, bent on his destruction. His face was reddened on one side where he'd slept on the sidewalk and a crust had formed from one side of his mouth where his spit had drained down his face after passing out in the small hours of the morning. Half-formed memories of a life in the suburbs with a pretty wife and children swirled with the groggy hangover in his brain like wishes from another life, someone else's life.

By james, October 16, 2013.
General

As a child Ray's eyes had been soft and full of warmth. As a teenager they had sparkled with exuberance. As a young adult his gaze was more serious, he was a stock trader and the competition was fierce. One day he was considering the options on a new Jaguar (of course he would take everything top of the line, but he enjoyed the charade of being a hard to please customer), the next day the market crashed. He had parked all of his investments in high tech companies and the bubble had burst. His trophy wife didn't stick around even a week and they had never taken the time for starting a family. The bailiffs claimed everything he owned, even the new car that never made it off the lot. Now his eyes are those of a crushed old man, he's still in his fifties. but the weather and stress has aged him. He buys the strongest and cheapest alcohol when his donation tin can gets enough coins. Last winter he lost two toes to frostbite. Now his teeth are rotting he has developed a worrisome cough.

By peterfoster27, October 20, 2014.