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

her opinion of humanity remained low but consistent.

Alicia leaned against the counter.

“Also I paid for a stranger’s gas.”

Miss Edna stopped with a spoon in her hand.

“You what?”

Alicia told her.

Not the dramatic version.

Just the truth.

The crowd.

The mockery.

The biker.

The way it had all felt too familiar not to step into.

By the end, Miss Edna was staring continue reading …