Leaning my full weight across the body of the practical, dark blue Samsonite , I managed to partially close the uncooperative zipper–it’s tiny teeth stretching in protest as I yanked on the metal grip in an attempt to coax it around the corner. No joy....
I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and...
http://a.images.blip.tv/Art21-KimsoojaABeggarWomanAHomelessWoman316.jpg She stood near the street corner not far from a Kwik-Way gas pump–a crude cardboard sign in her hands. Please help. Money needed. The hastily written words left no space for pretense. The...
