"Just eight buck." An old woman replied to Kate, standing up
to move closer and attend to her
customer. The shabby kiosk sells snacks but from the looks, the snacks have
been baked for two days.
Still, Kate insists on buying it. Hell, it's been over an hour she's walking around the night, searching for a
place to buy a snack or something.
"Please can I have it?" She nodded, sputtering. The old
woman walked to the enclosed glass where the snacks heaped and fluttered it
open, wrapping one of the sausage into a paper.
Eight bucks. It's better. At
least she'd still have two bucks left and use it to purchase a can water. Good
idea. Kate muttered, taking the wrapped s**t from the crone.
After getting the can water which was her last order, Kate veered
on
