Gang Stalked Creole Author

Hello, everyone. I'm sorry for being 5 days late, but me & my twin sister turned 42 years old omthis past Monday. August 25, 2025. So, in honor of that, I will write a fiction short story. I started this on August 30, 2025. It's now September 12, 2025. _______________________________________ There was an old man, named Hal Henry. Mr. Hal is homeless. It's a hot summer day, & I so-happened to find him sitting in the shade underneath a Spanish moss tree. He was so tanned that everyone thought he was either Hispanic or Native American. But he assured everyone that he was Caucasian. He didn't have bed bugs, but he had sores on his skin that reminded me of the rich man & Lazarus in the Bible. Some people said that those were bed sores from when he was hospitalized for a while.  He held up a sign, saying, "Please help me survive another day. That's my dying wish." He felt so pessimistic & fearful about every day. He was always wondering if every ...