The Orphaned Iguana

Walking through the park today I saw a homeless man lying prostrate on a picnic table, pockets turned inside out an earring ripped from his ear. Beside the man sat an orphaned iguana.

The iguana called to me, “hey asshole, someone rolled my old man. I think he’s dead.” I walked towards him and sure enough the iguana was right.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked the lizard, “fucked if I know” was his reply.

I gently picked up the iguana and began walking.

Walking past a dumpster I chucked him in.



Filed under creative writing, fiction, short stories

2 responses to “The Orphaned Iguana

  1. I like your stuff, man. This is great

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