“Buy a pie, I really need the money,” said the very young boy, standing at the bus stop.
Every morning started the same way for Anya. Her phone blared its piercing “tr-r-r-r”, and she, squinting, reached for the “snooze” button. Then she lay for five minutes, convincing herself that this day would definitely be good. Coffee brewed on the stove, always running over, and the girl hurriedly grabbed a thick coat, pulled on … Read more