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

who reminded people what kind of world they had allowed.

Miss Edna came in carrying two mugs of weak tea.

“You’re glaring at paper again,” she said.

“The paper started it.”

Miss Edna set the mug down.

“Any word from the county?”

Alicia shook her head.

“I called twice last week. Still nothing on the accessibility support request.”

“Funny how they always find continue reading …