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

receipt in her pocket.

Of stretching supper because kindness had cost milk money.

Of the hearing room.

Of Boone’s lumber.

Of Rosa’s pies.

Of Angela’s tabs.

Of Miss Edna’s hands.

Of Jake holding her flyer like it was worth following.

When the applause settled, Alicia looked out at the yard.

At the children.

At Briar Glen.

At the motorcycles beyond the fence.

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