Starla Klevenberg
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Angel Earns Her Wigs
The early morning sun beamed directly on the single dime, causing it to shine brightly from it’s watery resting place in the pot-holed alleyway. Angel bent over and quickly plucked it up, dropping it in with the growing collection in her pocket. It had been a wet, cold night in the abandoned, burned out building she called home, and she was eager for a hot cup of coffee. As she walked toward the ZipNGo convenience store where the coffee was always on, she calculated how much more she’d need to buy the 16-ouncer. She wasn’t terribly concerned, though, because if she remembered correctly, Hal would be working the counter this morning. More often than not, he waved her on when she began pulling coins out of her pocket. She appreciated his generosity, and often stood around awhile to keep him company and shoot the breeze.
By Starla Klevenberg3 years ago in 01