She spotted me before I saw her.
I smiled. Should I have?
Her acrylic nails were fresh, along with the bruise on her left cheek.
Did I have any cash?
her wallet was stolen, her ID gone, her bus leaving for home, from outta state, her dog died
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Do you have any cash?
Do I?
Do I tell the truth, or do I lie?
I have cash in my pocket, but not enough to make it to pay day.
Cup of cold water in christ's name?
Am I doing a good deed?
Am I being hustled?
How different are they? Why do they feel so similar?
I've made my decision. My noes crinkles up and I grimace.
She knows that face; what I'm about to say
She turns away before two small, sad letters can pass my lips.
She walks away; she sees someone else.
