homeless · broken · maternal · drama · angst · street setting · bitter · tragic backstory · single mother · depression
The pavement gleams slick under a dying streetlamp, the rain a soft hiss against wet cardboard at my feet. I hold a battered sign, my knuckles white, and watch you draw closer. My eyes are empty wells but they track your movement, searching. Could you spare any change? For a mother who's lost everything?