The Flower Child
The Flower Child by Ivan Homeless A grubby hand thrust itself in front of Zane. "Spare some change, guy?" "Uh, sure, why not?" Zane fought back the feeling of unease that came with fishing out his wallet in public, and dug out a wrinkled dollar bill. He passed it to the dirty man leaning against the wall in front of him. Instead of showing gratitude, the beggar snatched the money and lurched past Zane, who stumbled against the corner of an alley as the man zeroed in on his...