Too modern times

The little tramp goes on a strange adventure and ends up in a strange land which he isn't comfortable with. It is very short (like the comedian) and it's rather sweet.


2. The girl – a helping hand or a critic?


             He'd been on the streets for several hours now; the sun was almost fully raised. So much had changed: the clothes, the cars, the lights, the shops, the food, the hairstyles, and the wealth but yet he still wandered the streets. Finally he came across a little bookshop; it still had the personalities of the style he was familiar with. When he looked through the window it felt normal. The girl inside looked normal too. Her black hair swayed as she read further into a book. His smile widened with every movement she took. He opened the door rather quickly just in case it did it for him. He hadn't quite figured out why he was in the bookshop, did he want to buy a book? No, he had hardly any money to do so. Maybe it was the girl, maybe it was the 1930's layout or maybe it was just for warmth. Either way he was there, smiling, staring, and feeling at home. "Can I help you, sir?" The girl smiled, her eyes slowly drifted from his pleasant smile to his clothes- ragged and torn. She sighed, 'poor fellow' she thought.

He told her that he was fine; a little puzzled maybe but fine.

"Very well, sir, do let me know if you need anything."

And then he thought of something,

“Well I'm here so early because then I can go home earlier tonight, I hear that the weather is going to get really bad" the little fellow nodded and headed towards the stationary section. He rustled in his pockets and got out a few coins which he had found on the street earlier. He waddled towards the counter, the girl smiled; he smiled back with his lovesick eyes. "Is that all, sir?" She lifted her head up and handed over the pencil set he bought.

He shook his head.

 "My name is Alida and yours?"

 He replied, the smile never left his face.

"What a nice name and what a gentlemen. Do you mind me asking, do you have somewhere to stay tonight?" He shook his head out of embarrassment; slowly he picked up his pencils and tipped his hat, with that he left.   'Strange' Alida thought, she carried on stacking the shelves. The little fellow was sweet and he was a man of little words, his blue eyes sparkled, they were full of hope and love. His hair was unruly and curly, hidden under a fitted bowler hat.  

         The hours slipped by and it was almost closing time, suddenly a figure appeared at the counter; Alida turned and left the bookshelf alone. "Ooh it's you" she smiled, the little tramp smiled back. "Can I help you" he nodded "the date? Why it's the 29th of August" she politely stated. He insisted on her telling him the year, "okay, erm... Its 2012" he removed his hat, his legs buckled, and he ran his hand through his hair. "Are you alright, sir?" She wrapped her arms around him, he didn't speak a word, he just stared out into nothingness. "Do you have a home?" Alida rubbed his right arm; yet again he shook his head. "Come on" she helped him up, he didn't resist, he just followed. She led him to a moped, a little stunned but he shook his head -he'd been stunned ever since he arrived there. She put her hair in a bun and slipped a red helmet over the top, she lifted her dress up a little bit as she hoped onto the bike. The little fellow held up his baggy trousers as he climbed onto the back.  "Are you holding on tight?" The little fellow nodded and held onto his hat as Alida revved and started driving.     

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