Valleman (United States) published:
“Oy! You there... STOP.” Saga had known to keep her eyes on the boy since he had stepped through the door. His face was stained black by soot and mud. His clothes were so worn they seemed to consist of patches sewn over patches. It was clear that he belonged on the streets. Not here, between the aisles in Mr. Schultz’s convenience store. Sure enough, Saga had spotted the boy sneaking a chocolate bar into his pocket.
“Please, Missus, only...
about 2 years ago