Cheney Free Press -

In desperation, I took a short cut through the alley, hoping to find shelter from the howling, blowing wind, and the bone chilling cold. 

The night is very dark and I am in a strange city.  I’m afraid that the directions to the Hostel that I was given may only lead to danger. 

My sneaker clad feet are numb and my gloveless hands ache from the bitter cold. 

I am exhausted and at this point the only thing I can think of is to slide down in a doorway and give in to my despair.  There are no other people around, the shops are closed and I am alone in my isolation. I hear a voice call...