16’s silent scream

He is 16 and walking a tightrope, awkward, unsteady and teetering, one side nowhere and the other nowhere good.  He doesn't know it yet but he's a lost boy, a seeker, and he's grasping straws and clutching air, reaching for something he doesn't...

The panhandler’s breath

He slipped in sideways between the closing elevator doors, as if he were late to a meeting; he pressed the "5" without looking.  But it was evening, and baggy pants and faded navy hung on his tall, slim frame…and his stealth entry stiffened the...

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