“Drivers thought Daniel averted his gaze because he didn’t want to look them in the eye. He was avoiding not their scrutiny but the flashback of his own face from their sunglasses or from the sheen of an SUV’s side window. Most people didn’t notice whether he was looking at them or not. Ninety-nine percent drove by like he was no more than a lamp post or a trash bin. The ragged square of cardboard printed with block letters might as well have been a blank slate.” JOIN TO READ THE REST.
— From “The Echo,” a short story