Brenda Ransome Fonseca
Bio
I feel everything with a soul that runs deeper than hell and more intense than any heaven you know.
Stories (1/0)
Defining What's Lucky
I hopped off the crosstown bus into a torrential downpour. Commuting home from work in these conditions always makes me wet and miserable. Of course, I left my umbrella at home so I had no one to blame but myself. I scurried down the sidewalk, dodging puddles. As I rounded the corner onto Broadway, I saw something on the sidewalk. It was a little black notebook lying there, forlorn and lost. “Somebody must have dropped it,” I thought to myself. I reached down and scooped it up. It wasn’t soaked, so it couldn’t have been there long. Without much thought, I dropped into my satchel. I just wanted to get home and out of these wet clothes.
By Brenda Ransome Fonseca3 years ago in Humans