One Being – Read Between The Lines

The sun was like the heat from a toaster as they stood on the food poverty line. “That’s what the people around here call it,” Jane said. But the person that was directed to could care less. Food was the only thing that would get a response.

Hecklers slithered pass like snakes on the attack. She knew one of them, and their eyes connected.

Dropping an Oreo cookie on the ground, the person crushed it, suggesting to her that the feeling for the two colors that created her was still strong.

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