Returning to ATNS this week.
Marissa has spent a few nights at a homeless shelter. Her clothing--from donations made to a local church, is new to her. She's clean, her hair is combed, and she isn't carrying her ratty backpack. She's just recognized that people are acknowledging her as she walks, that she is no longer part of the invisible and unwanted homeless.
"Ready to cross the street, rage blinding her, she stepped off the curb to the sound of tires screeching. Looking through the windshield of the abruptly stopped car, she was met with a face full of annoyance. But as the driver held her eyes, he motioned with his hand for her to cross and then he smiled.
She started walking, but then stopped, brought her fist down on the hood of his car and shouted, “I was a human yesterday too!
The tires squealed in reverse, the driver backing up just enough to swerve around her. “Crazy bitch!”
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