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

water and stale chips. Alicia set her flyers on the counter, opened her worn wallet, and counted what she had.

There went the money she had set aside for poster board and milk.

There went the extra she had hidden behind her license in case one of the children needed medicine before payday.

There went the part of her that was tired of always being the continue reading …