She Paid a Stranded Biker’s Gas, and Three Days Later Everything Changed

from the beauty shop.

Then the boy with the phone.

Then the biker.

Alicia stepped away from her pump, flyers tucked tight under her arm.

“I said I’ll pay for his gas.”

Dale barked out a laugh.

“With what?”

“With my money.”

“That’s your business,” he said. “Still a foolish one.”

“It usually is,” Alicia said quietly, “when you decide to act like a decent person continue reading …