Sad was a girl with no history.
Dropped at a shelter as a baby. Foster system: tossed in the wind. Sad’s the only name that took.
Tear-streaked, walking the streets, cold seeped through her skin.
“Come in,” said the man. She did.
Now she knows a new form of sadness.
Blanche Baxter is a freelance writer and storyteller rom Pittsburgh PA. She loves a good story, big or small.