Today’s writing prompt will force you to reflect on the homeless population and how they live. Keep reading to see the full writing prompt and my completed version of it: The Last Time I Saw Her.

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Today’s Writing Prompt: Homeless Living

Today, write a scene that captures how a homeless person lives over the course of a month. Try to write a minimum of at least three paragraphs and or 300 words.

Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt

The Last Time I Saw Her, by K.E. Creighton

The last time I saw her, my husband and I were waiting at the red light where Fifth Avenue meets Main Street. I saw her sitting in the weedy grass in the shade underneath a large oak tree a few feet away from the entrance of that new subdivision. Timber Pines, I think it’s called. She was leaning against the tree’s trunk with a placid smile on her face. Her eyes were closed and I felt glad she was finally still and resting, even if it was drug-induced.

The day before that, I had seen her pushing a shopping cart with a dirty sleeping bag and ratty t-shirts in it on the sidewalk near the Save-Mart a few blocks away on Eighth. She was all alone and looked depressed and tired in the oppressive heat that day. And I remember the day before that, I had seen her spit on a man who poked his head out of the window of his pickup to taunt her and throw an old burger wrapper at her face. You never forget seeing something like that. But the week before that, I hadn’t seen her at all.

She always wears a Mariners baseball hat that has haphazard bleach stains on it, even in the winter. I tried to give her a brand-new hat once, but she said no thanks and walked away. So now I just give her cash when I have it on me and she just so happens to be standing on the corner when I stop at a light and there’s no one in my car with me to tell me not to give it to her. Which isn’t really that often, I confess.

It’s been over two weeks now since I saw her underneath the oak tree sleeping. I’m hoping she’s out there somewhere, still breathing. Because I have this twenty-dollar bill I’ve been hanging onto for weeks now, to give her.

[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]

Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt

Check out State of Homelessness: 2022 Edition at endhomelessness.org.

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One comment

  1. I have lived in three large cities in my life: LA, New Orleans, and Colorado Springs. The homeless problem has increased exponentially in the last 20-30 years. Perhaps 1-2% of the population will become wealthy, while those who do not migrate will either struggle to survive or end up homeless. Becoming homeless is difficult. Escaping homelessness is even more difficult!

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