I had never been one to endure harassment in silence. After thoughtful consideration and seizing a moment when the bus jolted, I stomped on the man’s feet. Once. Then, again. And for a third time.
Stories that demand to be told | #11
Stories that demand to be told | #11
Stories that demand to be told | #11
I had never been one to endure harassment in silence. After thoughtful consideration and seizing a moment when the bus jolted, I stomped on the man’s feet. Once. Then, again. And for a third time.