Ansh Patel

Encounter

It was a scorching hot day in the middle of summer, and I was on my way to the grocery store to restock my fridge. The sun was bearing down on me, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. As I turned the corner onto my street, I noticed a woman sitting on the curb, her face buried in her hands. She looked like she was having a rough day.