She Defended a Lonely Biker, and Her Town Never Saw It Coming

finishing the last of a reheated burger.

Ellie, wrapped in a blanket, was teaching Marisol how to improve the shading on a sketch of a motorcycle.

Laura was stacking chairs.

Mrs. Worthington was labeling peach pie leftovers with painter’s tape like she had appointed herself Minister of Practical Distribution.

Naomi looked around and thought, very clearly:continue reading …