The road ahead was long, no end in sight. Maybe relief…just over that hill? She couldn’t be sure. Continue reading “Road Crew”
Her 1997 Honda rocked and groaned through the narrow city streets.
She knew the moment her car crossed from affluent to impoverished neighborhood. Continue reading “For the Public Good”
Cold. Literally frozen to the bone. Not that I’m whining. Not that I can do that anymore. Continue reading “Stay back, Stay Alive (How cold am I?)”