Darren

Darren, 27, walked up to my girlfriends car timid and shy. He knew what he was doing wasn’t pleasant for me or him. “Excuse me ma’am…” his voice trails off. “Nevermind, you look busy,” he said, as I rolled my eyes. I was tired of the homeless begging for money. But, I shifted and put … Continue reading Darren

To March

  His name was Arthur. He pulled up in his Dodge caravan to pick my friend and I up for the most historic day of our country to date. It was pouring, cold and windy. My friend, Katherine and I, had freshly painted signs and rain coats to combat the nasty weather. We hopped into … Continue reading To March