The Tramp by Amber Riel (best novels of all time .txt) 📕

Charlie Chaplin’s most popular character the Tramp steps into Modern Times.  Where both sound and color fill the air, but being the only character without a voice.  The Tramp causes trouble with his slap stick humor and also flirting with the girls.  He becomes the hero and saves the day in tribute to Charlie Chaplin’s the Tramp or the Little Tramp and also known as the Lonely Fellow. 

          The long, black and white trail through the trees stretched for quite a few miles.  It was a beautiful day for a walk.  The sound of birds singing filled the air.  The lake water looked lovely with the ducks swimming around.  The trail was a peaceful walking path.

          A little man about 5’5 walked along the trail.  He wore baggy black pants and shoes which were too big.  His white vest sat under his tight, black coat and hid his black tie.  He wore a small, black bowler hat on the top of his head.  He had a small mustache which people could have confused him for a Great Dictator.  He carried a slim, brown cane in his hand.  As he walked past the plants and trees, it was as if the color had slowly taken control and filled in the black and white spaces.

          The little tramp kept walking as he arrived to the opening of the park.  He sighed as he noticed couples walking around.  He felt his heart fill with heart break and loneliness.  What he would do for at least Twenty Minutes of Love.  The poor guy wasn’t paying any attention when he walked into a tree.  He looked at the tall, brown tree, smiled and tipped his hat as if to apologize.

He placed his hand on his stomach, feeling hungry.  He hadn’t eaten in a little while and needed to get some food in his stomach.  He dug in his pockets for money but found nothing.

The little tramp noticed a young guy who had to be about in his early twenties with short, blonde hair sitting on a bench, preparing to eat a sandwich, chips, and drinking some kind of cold soda out of a bottle.  The tramp looked around then made his way over to the bench acting causal.

The guy looked over at the little tramp and the tramp kind of smiled.  The guy turned his attention toward his food and went to go take a bite out of his sandwich when his phone rang.  He held the sandwich right in front of the tramp’s face as he answered the phone.  “Hello?” the guy asked, tilting his head to his left.

When the guy wasn’t paying any attention, the hungry little tramp took a bite of the uneaten sandwich.  As he was in the process of chewing, the guy started turning his head.  The tramp stopped and smiled at the guy, hiding the food in his mouth.

“I’m about to eat.”  The young guy kind of eyed the tramp, who was still smiling.  He glanced at his sandwich kind of confused then back at the smiling tramp.  He shook his head and went back to talking.

When the guy wasn’t looking, the little tramp finished chewing and swallowed.

“Some weird guy’s sitting next to me.  He’s dressed like he’s from the 1920’s or something.”

While the guy was distracted, the tramp quickly took another bite of the sandwich.

“I’ll be heading to work a little later, right now I just want to eat my lunch.”

The tramp went to go take another bite when the guy hung up the phone and looked at him.  The little tramp started smiling at the guy.

The guy shook his head and went to take a bite from his sandwich when he realized that someone had taken two bites already.  He looked at the tramp.  “Were you eating my sandwich?”

The tramp’s smile grew, revealing his teeth.

The guy stood up and smacked the hat off of the tramp.

That angered the little tramp.  The little fellow stoop up, grabbing the plastic soda bottle, smacked the guy, then popped him on top of the head with the bottle as hard as he could.

The guy lost his balance for a moment, trying to make since of what had happened.

The little tramp had quickly grabbed his hat and cane and ran as fast as he could.

          The little tramp eventually ran into a woman with blonde hair, wearing small round glasses.  “Watch where you’re going,” the woman said as she dusted herself off.

          The tramp stood up and kind of smiled at her.  He tipped his hat and noticed her purse.  When the woman wasn’t looking, he quickly reached into her purse but she smacked his hand away as quickly as possible.

          “How stupid are you?  Don’t rob me.”  She kept hitting him with her purse.

          The little fellow slowly worked his way from the woman.

          Now the little tramp worked his way out to the street, walking strangely down the side walk.  No one knew anything about the little fellow.  He was alone, a traveler.  He arrived over by an empty old building and decided to rest.  He sat against the wall of building and looked around.  He noticed that the sky was changing from light blue to a pretty pink and purple color as the sun was starting to set.  He felt that it was like he was seeing the colors for the first time because it felt like before everything had been dark and grey and no color filled the air, only black and white.  He had a long day and started to doze off.

          “Get up,” a guy’s voice told the tramp.  Whoever was trying to get the tramp’s attention had been nudging him.  “Wake up, buddy.”

          The tramp woke up to a cop shaking him.

          “Look you can’t sleep here,” the cop told him.

          The tramp looked around and scratched the top of his head, confused.

          “Come on now.  Get up.”  The cop pulled the little tramp to his feet.  “You should probably find a homeless shelter or someplace to stay.  You got family or friends out here?”

          The little tramp shook his head.

          “Well, you need to find a place to stay.”  The cop kind of pushed the tramp but not to be mean.

          The tramp didn’t see it that way though.  When the cop turned his back, the tramp pushed him with his cane.

          The cop turned around and went to say something but the tramp was gone.  “Some people.”  He shook his head and walked off.

          The next morning, the tramp woke up on the ground next to a couple of bushes and a tall, round, brown tree.  He sat up and scratched his head.  He had removed his hat and used it as a pillow.  He picked it up along with his cane and fixed it on his head of dark colored curls.  He stood up and looked around.  He kind of fixed his coat and then began to walk away.

          He wandered out to the opening of a field.  He surveyed the area.

          A tall guy with short black hair stood next to him.  Without paying attention, the man who was about in his late teens, early twenties slid his hand into the tramp’s coat pocket, searching for change.

          The tramp looked at the pick-pocketer’s hand and decided to do the same to him.  He found some coins and without letting the pick-pocketer realize what he was doing quickly slid the coins into his right coat pocket.

          The pick-pocketer disappointed because he hadn’t found anything removed his hand and sighed.  He looked at the tramp and smiled.  “Seen better days, huh?”

          The tramp raised his eyebrows to the guy.

          “I’m Shane,” the pick-pocketer said, offering his hand to the tramp.

          The tramp kind of smiled as he shook Shane’s hand.

          “You from around here?”

          The tramp shook his head.

          “Ah…. Well, good luck out there, buddy.”  He patted the tramp on the back and walked away.

         The lonely tramp sat on a bench and sighed.  He was a sad lonely little fellow.  He felt he was all alone in the big world.

          “Hello, sir,” a blonde girl who looked to be almost out of high school or was just out of high school greeted him with a friendly smile.

          The tramp smiled in return and stood up, removing his hat, tilting his head in a bow.

          “Nice to meet you too.  I’m Darby.”

          The tramp couldn’t help but flirt with the pretty, kind hearted, young lady.

          Darby laughed.  “Is it safe to sit?” she asked.

          The tramp nodded.

          Darby went to sit down on the bench when she kind of tripped over the tramp’s cane.

          The tramp quickly pulled the cane up right and smacked the curve of it a few times.

          Darby couldn’t resist laughing as she sat down.  “You are a funny, little man.”

          The tramp kind of blushed as he smiled.  He had a childlike behavior but didn’t seem to be like a man child.

          “Do you speak?”

          The tramp opened his mouth and went to speak but then stopped himself.  He shook his head.

          “Are you like a mute or a mime or something?”

          The little tramp looked at Darby for moment, unsure how to answer.

          A beautiful twenty year blonde girl wearing slim silver glasses