Aspen
Finding clothes was easy. I mean they weren’t good well fitting clothes but they covered what they needed to do. Even if they smelt slightly of mothballs.
Mothballs was ok though. Better a bit stinky then naked. Being naked would draw to much attention to myself and that was the one thing I didn’t want to do. I needed to blend in with the people who lived on the streets. At least until I had a plan on what to do next. All that time planning and wanting to escape and I hadn’t once thought of what I would do when I was free.
It was some serious lack of planning on my part.
Hoisting up the two big jeans with one hand I peered out of the alleyway and into the street. It was the dead zone, or so I liked to call it. The quiet almost spooky time between sunrise and when the world wok
