"Absently, I take a newspaper from the pile next to the bus tray in the coffee shop and spread it open on the table for something to do while I sip a latte. And there he is. Living color. His head a full six inches tall, skin hanging off the bones of his face. The arch of his neck just enough to keep his chin clear of the dirt. His eyes are neither helpless nor pathetic. They are stunned...."
transcript: AuthorNancyCasey.com/goodbye-molly/
Music by Kevin MacLeod
Date-stamped 6-21-12, but material is not date-specific