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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Thanksgiving at the homeless shelter: 3 of 9

It was starting to rain again. 'Great,' murmured Alexa as she searched her bag for an umbrella. Giving up, she covered her head with her jacket. She stood by the side of the street, waiting for an empty cab. The street was almost deserted. Finally, an empty cab drove down the street towards her. She motioned for him to stop. 'Where you headed to?' 'South Cadbury Street' The cab driver let out a low whistle. 'Sorry lady, that's too far away. I need to get home in time for dinner.' 'I'll buy you dinner on the way.' He laughed, showing off two rows of crooked teeth. 'Sorry lady,' he repeated....
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