Bill Cook

In the snow bank a man was stuck head first. Because you were concerned, you ran towards an empty phone booth. You might have a dollar bill, crumpled, finely worn.
In the diner, there was a woman who was larger than life. She stood behind the cash register smiling fatly. She said she could help. Said she was an angel come down from the heavens.
You looked at her and didn't really give a damn.
She made quick change. Dimes, nickels, one dull silver quarter.