Copyright 2019 by tcs1963 All Rights Reserved BLACK DOESN'T STAIN by tcs1963 Her skin was pale white, almost to the point of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her thumb stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her left arm cradling a small bundle very gently but protectively. I noticed her because her skin contrasted against the dark night sky. Almost as if luring me to pull over, like preteen children trusting the molester in a dirty white work van, holding a handful of candy. I had never stopped to pick up hitchhikers before and as a matter of fact, I was always...
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