Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction Writing Gallery

The Little Vagabonds: A story of two little wanderers.
Posted by Scott, Dec 4, 2010. 1496 views. ID = 4189

The Little Vagabonds

Posted by Scott, Dec 4, 2010. 1496 views. ID = 4189
This post was written in 23 minutes.
This is hopefully part one in a series of stories. Hope you like it, and hope to post more soon.
This post has been awarded 5 stars by 2 readers.
This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled The Little Vagabonds.

The snow crunched softly beneath his feet. The winter night seemed to have drained all sound from the earth, while the winter wind bit every exposed piece of skin. Considering the young boy was wearing little more than tattered rags, there was a lot of biting.

"Charlie, I'm cold." The little voice struck at his heart like a knife.

"I know, Mira. We'll find a place to sleep soon."

Charlie peered down the alleyway between two little ranch houses. It looked as if this ally was used by the owners of the two homes to move their trash cans to the curb on trash days. Charlie smiled slightly. Where there are trash cans, there is trash. Where there is trash, there is food. Since today was Sunday, it was unlikely the dump truck had been here recently.

"C'mon, Mira. And remember, be quiet."

The two young children stole silently down the path. When they came to four beat up Rubbermaid trash cans, Charlie looked quickly in. Yes! He put his hand on the topmost bag. he could feel the warmth of the food inside. The family must have just finished supper not long ago.

Charlie ripped open the plastic bag and rooted around the contents. It was amazing what people would throw out. In no time, he found enough food to make a nice turkey dinner- scraps of turkey, a handful of mashed potatoes, even a couple of rolls.

When the pair had finished eating, they wiped their hands on a couple of discarded paper towels. Mira smiled. Charlie knew that she was trying to make him feel better about their situation. He smiled back, but he knew that once she was asleep, the tears would flow freely.

As he looked around, Charlie spied a snow-covered tree house. In the short time they had been on the streets, Charlie had learned to look for signs. A tree house that was covered in snow meant that it had not been used in a while. And the likelihood that a couple of well to do kids would leave the comfort of their warm house with their XBoxes and Wiis to go play in the cold and snow was very slim.

Charlie and Mira crept to the tree house. Carefully, they climbed the little ladder and snuck inside. Charlie cleared a spot on the cold floor and sat down, taking off his ragged coat. Mira climbed in his lap and Charlie wrapped her up tightly.

"Good night, Charlie. I love you."

"Good night, Mira," Charlie choked out. "I love you, too."

Copyright 2010 Scott. All rights reserved. has been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work. For permission to reprint this item, please contact the author.

You must be logged in to comment on or rate this writing.

Click here to join the Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction Writing Community!

This post has been awarded 5 stars by 2 readers.
This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled The Little Vagabonds. The next part of this series can be found here: The Little Vagabonds II.

Search for Great Fiction

Use the google search bar below to find writings exclusively on this site.

Custom Search

News!    Writing Prompt    My Assignment    FAQ    Contact    Privacy Policy    Search     Terms of Use     Login