Jenna From Florida by Shae Krispinsky

Through the windshield I see a figure bundled in black with head down-turned against the wind. Shuffling but bold—a man, trudging through a typical winter storm. There's something familiar in the gait. I try to place it as I slow from my crawl to a stop.
            Rolling down the window, I call out, “Need a ride?”

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