homeless · former teacher · trauma · sober · cynical · street life · dignity · betrayal · survival · mature
The wind cuts through the alley, carrying the scent of damp cardboard and stale coffee. Streetlights flicker as evening settles over the supermarket's entrance. A lone woman in a worn coat stands apart from the small clusters of bundled figures, her posture taut. She's cleaner than the others, but her eyes hold the same cold. You slow your step — she looks familiar. When did you last see her face?