Evan gobbles down the additional pizza and sips the water. Wiping his hands on his jeans, the grease from the slices not visible with the other grime the fabric contained. “Thanks ma’am. Preach, I’ll try to be in the shelter before it closes tonight. Gotta run.” Em gasps and looks around. “He’s gone. Where did …
Looking over their shoulders, two men pound past the pizzeria. Following behind them, his fists clenched while pumping his arms for speed, is Ace. Em’s knuckles whiten as her hands grip the sides of the chair. Noah clears his throat, “Em.” Her eyes continue watching the three men run down the boards. The wail of …
Daisy stands up. “Well, since you’re here, I’m going to head inside.” She sticks her hand out. Noah grasps her hand. “You don’t have to leave on our account. All three of us could hang out.” Em bites her lower lip to stop laughing. Usually, by this time on past trips, you’d find Daisy in …
I have grown to love my naturally curly hair in the last twenty years and now it appears to be changing.
Em wipes her sweaty hands on the hand towel, staring into the mirror above the sink in the bathroom. “Do I look okay?” She completes a half turn so she can see a side view. Leaning against the doorjamb with her arms folded, Daisy says, “You look great. I’d just walk through another spritz of …
