The first time I ever saw Mac was while driving past the city library. I didn't know what to make of him other than he appeared to be the shopping cart valet for the contingent of homeless people who were standing in line at the blood donation drive in the library parking lot. Little did I know that there was more truth in this than there was humor.
Mac was not only the valet, he also served as the on-call roadside mechanic for the local shopping cart drivers.
I wanted to stop to talk to him but that is not the safest thing to do on the south end of the city. It is not so much that the people were unsafe, it was that…
This is an unfinished and barely even started flash fiction. The title was obviously a word play on the Marlon Brando movie "A Streetcar Named Desire." I believe I got the story idea based on something that was playing out on the street one day while I was driving back to work from lunch.