Short story: The lady of the highway
She met the sun at the exit of the interstate, right by the traffic light.
Slowly, she walked back and for through a wall of car fumes. A hastily written sign in her hand, "Homeless. Need food".
Nobody gave a shit. Neither gave money.
She went to the sidewalk and took something from her backpack. Removed her baseball cap, her long shiny hair breathed loose and felt to her hip. The painful combing began.
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