He turned his head slowly. “You takin’ pictures of me?” he asked, wary.
The city rarely noticed him. People passed by with quick steps and averted eyes, the way they do when they see someone bundled on a street corner, wrapped in layers of worn-out coats, clutching a cardboard sign no one reads. His name was Dorian, though few ever asked. Once, he had dreams like anyone else—a … Read more