homeless-seduction

Deep in my private locker, this secret’s been rotting. Tonight, I crack it open. Adrenaline surges. That icy morning, snow melting on my skin. I spot her, huddled in the doorway. Coughing. Frozen. I toss her five euros. Her voice hits me—young, female. ‘Thanks, I’m freezing.’ Days blur. Work drags. I park, see her again….