Lisa Kribbs

The Mission

I got off the bus and looked around the grimy district. A few run-down commercial buildings with broken windows and boarded-up doors lined the narrow paved road. The bus depot was simply a parking lot with a small window on the side of a building. There seemed to be no traffic, but it was the middle of the day on a Tuesday. Maybe people were all at work. Hopeful thinking on my part, as I saw the trash piled up in the corners of buildings.