The Bubble Gum Thief
“It was four thirty, and the streets were empty. She ran east a couple of blocks, then headed north on the John A. Roebling Suspension Bridge, leaving Kentucky and heading over the Ohio River into Cincinnati. Once across, she circled the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center, a large undulating block of travertine stone and copper panels. She headed west toward Paul Brown Stadium, where the Bengals usually lost.
Her left leg gave way, and she tumbled to the ground, spilling to the concret...e and scraping her knee. Dagny looked back to see if something had tripped her, but nothing had. Blood dripped down her leg and onto her sock. She leaned against a light post, gathering the strength to stand. A dirty middle-aged man sidled up to her. Dark stains spotted his flannel shirt and torn jeans, and he smelled as if he hadn’t bathed in days. His hair hung over part of his face, and Dagny couldn’t see his eyes. He stepped in front of the streetlight and became just a silhouette.
“Excuse me, lady, but my car broke down and I need just a few dollars to get gas.MoreLess
Her left leg gave way, and she tumbled to the ground, spilling to the concret...e and scraping her knee. Dagny looked back to see if something had tripped her, but nothing had. Blood dripped down her leg and onto her sock. She leaned against a light post, gathering the strength to stand. A dirty middle-aged man sidled up to her. Dark stains spotted his flannel shirt and torn jeans, and he smelled as if he hadn’t bathed in days. His hair hung over part of his face, and Dagny couldn’t see his eyes. He stepped in front of the streetlight and became just a silhouette.
“Excuse me, lady, but my car broke down and I need just a few dollars to get gas.MoreLess
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