Jack shivered on the bench as he held out his cap to the horde of people alighting from the ferry.
He covered his legs with a threadbare blanket. It may as well have been an invisibility cloak.
He coughed, producing a hacking sound that vibrated around the harbour. His shoulders shook beneath his matted grey hair. His lungs rattled as he struggled to breathe.
‘Please.’ He stretched out a hand, his fingernails were caked in dirt. ‘I was like you once.’
He watched as a man threw a virtually uneaten hamburger into the bin.
‘I was like you once,’ he whispered.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.