A clap of thunder sounded and a bolt of lightning rent the sky. Was it Zeus, Thor? She speculated.
A man’s girth filled the doorway. “Move.”
“Give us a break.”
He wore a poncho, blue with an emblem, shoulders uncertain. “Go on.”
She held a square of cardboard above her head. Behind her she pulled a shopping cart, a torn tarp bungeed on top. Arranged so her things stayed dry. Her life, her books.
He turned and went the other way while she rumbled along, not lonely.
She pulled into the next doorway. Maybe some god had tickled his ear.