The Street Vendor Girl

He rolled up in a Porsche, sneering at my humble street food stall. "You left me for being poor—look at you now." His fur-draped girlfriend laughed as he knocked my skewers to the ground. When city inspectors trashed my cart, he watched with cold satisfaction. But when her diamond ring fell into the filthy gutter, everything changed. As I fished it out in the darkness, he seized my work-worn hand with sudden urgency: "That meat is poisoned. Someone's trying to kill you." The ex I walked away from might be the only one who can save me now.