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.