CharlaXWordsworth

CharlaXWordsworth

TheTotalStranger

In
the vernacular perhaps his style but charlax words an emulation

The
owl was hoot the hour was late the jig was sawed, as the total
stranger entered town he walked and carried a Hurley bough bundle on
a stick much like the old train hoboes used to did. He wanted wine
the kind of thing a hoboe wants when in a town and so he began to
unwind the contents of the stick he laid the bag down and carefully
untied the bundle just like anyone would or the Idiot Boy in summer
did. He shook the Hurley Bough again the money was still missing. He
waited until daylight and then walked into the market place he was
very near the door the people used to enter market when he put a
pence he had found on ground in hand and did his asking for his alms.
He had a want for the glass bottle with the cork it was only 185p a
steal at that price he noticed that the content was too high about 12
% alcoholic high. He finally had the mark the price in hand and
entered near the bargain bin. The bottle was so old the label came
off in his hand but no suspicion entered in the mind he paid the
counter helper then he almost ran away to a dark shadow where he
could hide from them that drink. The bottle sipped he walked away to
ask his alms anothere day. His shiney pants was give away to what he
does for a living. His shirt was not much better but he had the stuff
he needs for weather in the tummy tucked away of the total stranger.