Here is what I thought was a story but what is really a prose poem that is just lovely. Something to keep in mind when you want to mutter “Oh, the humanity” to yourself every five minutes. The humanity here is what we need. Here is the ending; go read the whole thing.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and I thought, This is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in that gate–once the crying of confusion stopped–seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.