Human Connection

  • The Last Coin

    I stood outside the vending machine, my stomach growling, as I stared at the last coin in my hand. I hadn’t eaten since the morning, and this one coin was all I had left. It could buy me a small snack to hold me over until tomorrow. But tomorrow didn’t have any promises, either. I glanced down the street toward the shelter, wondering if they’d have space tonight. It wasn’t…