Invisible
By Iyana Jenna
It’s not late yet, but the constant light drizzle that’s been drifting down for the past hour makes things gloomy, wet, and turns the sky darker by the minute. The air feels freezing cold.
Which is why Daniel Matthews is taken aback by the boy’s thin shirt, no jacket, and ragged sneakers. He is soaked to the skin. His shivering is obvious, though no one seems to even see him standing there among the crowds surrounding the hot dog stall, trying to get a little something into his stomach. Daniel doesn’t want to buy a hot dog. He simply passes by, but he is unable to wrench himself away from watching the boy. There is something in the way the boy shakily opens his wallet and takes out a bill, perhaps the only money he has, and offers it to the vendor, saying nothin
