Drabble #62: "Aren't you...?"
A drabble is a fictional story comprised of exactly 100 words (excluding the title).
“Aren’t you…?”
Standing on the platform outside the skyscraper, the washer splashed soapy water over the window’s reflective glass. Drops of water plummeted thirty-four stories to the sidewalk below and splashed on the forehead of the unsheltered old man sleeping on a collapsed cardboard box. Yanked from a dream that saw him back in Afghanistan, the derelict jerked his tattered coat to his chin. His sudden movement startled the brash stockbroker, high from closing a sale. His eyes met those of the neglected veteran. Both sets of eyes lit with recognition.
“Dad?” said the broker.
“Jesus?” said the vet.
Each was mistaken.



Each was mistaken.
Or right?
I can imagine a story were both were right. (A boring solution would include the brooker being Hispanic (is that PC right now?); please don't be boring...)
Ah, the power of those last 18 words! You are so masterful in this form, Douglas!