Serial Fiction, Fiction Writing, Push Notification, Homeless, Christianity.
he would trade shifts with him. “Aw, Sam… it’s my day off.” “Look, my wife is really sick and I don’t want to leave her alone with the squatters.” “Squatters?” “It’s a long story,” Sam said. “I’ll explain later.” “So I do your evening shift today and you’ll do my graveyard shift on Sunday night?”