Roads
...features deeming her young and unremarkable except for the strength of her rich brown eyes. My eyes left hers, returning to the streets of Milwaukee, as she pressed bills into my hand. I looked at the crumpled bills-two hundreds. My eyes snapped back to her face. “What? I can’t take-“ “Go home, Mary. Take that and go home.” My heart sank; so many days and no one knew my name. My face flashing on T.V. screens daily yet on the street I was invisible...
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