Abby

A sudden jolt of fear seizes me as I lock eyes with the man at the far end of the alley.

“You there!” he repeats, taking another step closer. “What are you—”

“Um… Karl? John?” I call out, mainly out of instinct. If there’s one thing that living in the city over the past

few years has taught me, it’s not to trust strange men, especially not in the middle of the night.

“Wait, I—”

The back door slams open before the man can finish, spilling yellow light from the kitchen out into the

alley. John and Karl burst outside, alarmed by the commotion.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” John asks, his eyes widening as he spots the stranger.

Enter title…

Karl, not waiting for an answer, storms toward the man, his face twisted in anger. “Hey, what do you think

you’re doing here, bothering a woman in the middle of the night?” he growls, grabbing the man by his

pulling

he does point a trembling finger at the bowl in my hands.

throw

my

perfectly good food.

something inside

gaze and look at Karl, who is still

“Karl, wait!”

incredulous look

instead turn to the homeless man, holding the bowl out

this what you

“Yes, please,” he says, sounding more than a little desperate.

mean to

with John and Karl.

anger and worry.

dish,” I say, glancing down at the bowl again. “Trust me, it

to

miss,” he says, his voice hoarse from thirst, and it’s then

“I have

I see something there—an unspoken understanding, a

shame. I

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