50 Word Short Story: They Call Him The Philosopher

This short story is today’s post from my writing experiment, twytte, where I have challenged myself to write and post something every day for a year (cue panicked/overwhelmed yell). Ok, so the idea has a few built-in problems, but otherwise, so far, so good! Nothing improves writing like practice, right? Right?! 

“They Call Him The Philosopher”

Concrete gets to be comfortable after a while. Familiar, anyway. Too many years of sitting on sidewalks makes a couch or chair too soft and too warm. Not that most folks let you, but that’s part of it, too. “Normal” changes. Even hot water feels strange. Or a full stomach.