The Beggar


The cup jangled in a wrinkled outstretched hand. All she gave me was a smirk.

“You know I’m one bad day away from joining you here. Maybe I’ll get lucky with some change today to come back with.” I replied with a smirk of my own.

We bumped fists as I walked passed.

Jay was the neighborhood beggar and had been for as long as I could remember. The sound of Jay’s cup followed me as I turned down the next street. I was startled as I walked directly into a group of 3 men, all wearing black and green attire.

“Take whatever he has, boys.” the biggest of the men commanded.

They were upon me in seconds. Fists buried themselves in my gut and one or two connected firmly with my face. I spun to the ground in an already bleeding heap. A foot drove my head back as if my head was a ball to kick. My vision went black for a moment before blurry images went in and out of focus. The inside of my head throbbed from the onslaught it just endured somehow.

As I lay there one of the men began digging through every pocket he could find. My wallet, which didn’t have much in it to begin with, was the only thing he had to find. He shoved me back to being face down in the dirt. I tried to push myself up but my arms shook. Everything seemed to be bumping with agony. Clink, clink, clink…

The familiar jingle of Jay’s cup sounded like it was right next to us. I could hear the men turning in unison to face her. I hoped she saw the scene and ran.

“Take the beggars money too.” the apparent leader said without a hint of remorse.

I tried to lift myself off the ground, Jay needed some kind of help. There was a sound of a great gust of wind with a thunderous thud before one of the thugs flew backward passed me. He didn’t move once he landed. My head spun around so fast I felt something pop and send more pain down my neck. The second thug lunged toward Jay with a massive fist leading the way, like a well-targeted spear. I watched as Jay herself blurred with speed as my eyes tried to keep up with the old woman. She slipped inside the man’s wild punch and sent him flying upward with an uppercut I barely saw happen.

The leader was now taking terrified steps backward and, to my horror, drew a gun. Jay rolled as the hulking man fired off the first rounds, he missed. The boom of that gusting wind sounded again and Jay rocketed forward in another blur. Leaving behind a streaming cloud of dust and dirt behind herself. The man frantically fired what seemed like every bullet he had into the dust cloud.

My jaw gaped as Jay appeared behind the man.

“You are a disgrace upon this neighborhood,” she whispered in the man’s ear. The thug’s eyes widened in utter terror.

Jay drove her foot down at an angle on the inside of the man’s knee. There was a loud popping sound and the man let out a furious howl of pain. Before the man fell on his busted knee Jay walloped him in the face with a kick as he fell to the ground. The leader’s skull cracked against the wall before going limp against it. She walked blatantly over the second thug and picked up her cup. She slid down the wall next to the biggest of the men and held her arm out.

I noticed I was still gaping at her as she looked at me and shook her cup. It jangled and all she did was give me a smirk.


The topic for this post’s flash fiction was based upon The Daily Post’s Prompt: Jangle

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11 thoughts on “The Beggar

    1. I’m so happy to hear that! It’s hard sometimes with stories like this since I’m always aiming for a certain amount of words or less, 700 words actually. That sounds like a lot at first until you realize you want to describe things in such detail you’re at your word limit and not even close to the end yet. ❤


  1. The mysterious beggar. Wish my neighborhood had such a guardian.
    (She seems to turn into a man in the last paragraph though….unless I’m not understanding something/)

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    1. OH MY GOSH! Thank you so much for the catch 😀 The later in the night I go the bigger the chance for dreary eye typing sessions. I’m glad you stopped by for the read though and thank you again. ❤


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