Stueck was cradling a paper bag over flowing with groceries against his hip, keys at the ready for when he reached his door. There was no real rush but it had been a long day and all he wished to do was get out of the cold and settle in. Not to mention there was a hungry tortoise waiting for him at home. Climbing the stairs to his little town house something caught his eye. Tucked down in the alcove between his neighbors steps and his was a young boy, maybe early teens. He paused a moment and looked around, expecting someone to come forward for the kid. But what he hoped for didn't happen.
"Escuze me? Bursche? Are you ok?" Leonard asked, leaning over the brick banister.












