On a busy street under an overhang supported by a concrete column stood a woman. Her palm pressed against the cold surface of the pillar as if she could divine secrets from the electric wire attached to it.
On a busy street under an overhang supported by a concrete column stood a woman. Her palm pressed against the cold surface of the pillar as if she could divine secrets from the electric wire attached to it.There was a box in front of her feet, and she looked at the crowd. The woman’s face was timeless, but her eyes were lined with crow’s feet that were deep enough to look carved. A man noticed her, and his head swiveled from the box to her and back again. From his pocket, he dug out a solitary coin and flipped it into the box where it made a hollow sound drowned out by the next passers
