Sore Feet
My feet hurt. My feet hurt and I was dizzy with hunger, not having eaten since breakfast that morning. I tried to cheer myself up with a bad Southern drawl, saying aloud to myself, ‘Ma dawgs is barkin’!’ It didn’t work. I walked down the street, same way I walk every night because I don’t own a car – or even a bike, and tried to distract myself from my own dismal thoughts. I watched with some lazy interest as people sped by in their shiny SUVs and expensive cars, turning into oncoming...