The following is an excerpt from a work-in-progress called The Town I Live In.
Inside, it is empty except for me, writing.
Outside, two homeless women sit at separate tables, their possessions packed in duffel and grocery bags.
One is rubbing her bare foot with her hands because it is cold.
A couple blocks away, members of several different churches are plugging in expensive electronic equipment, preparing to entertain Christians who, afterward, will drive back to their nice, warm, suburban homes.