The Golden Song
The bus had been delayed for an hour, a fact that made the air in the waiting room of St. Jude’s Community Center feel thicker, more viscous. I sat on a plastic chair that groaned under my weight, my hands resting on my knees, fingers tapping a rhythm that no one else could hear. Outside, the rain fell in steady, grey sheets against the glass, blurring the view of the parking lot where a single...
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