The Little Black Book
Warming their hands by the fire, Avery, noticed their stomach whining for some food. Grabbing their stomach, their olive skin face squinting in pain. Avery looked around the tent city they lived in and saw no one seemed to have food to spare and this cold, fall night would be miserable to all that graced the tent city. Defeated they knew they would have to go to the ally a few streets down that had the back doors to a few restaurants where they would throw out perfectly good food instead of giving it to those that needed it. Feeling the cold breeze cut through their ripped jeans and thinning shirt, they quickened their pace.
