a scene from the bus
A large man in a plaid shirt and jean shorts.
He is staring off into the middle distance while dexterously shredding a day-glow green Post-it note between his thumbs and forefingers. From my vantage, I can see him working the paper to shreds. I watch as he raises his head like a prairie dog to look surreptitiously about, lowers his handiwork down, down, down his girth only to raise it up again, guiltily, to set about worrying the paper once more.
He is staring off into the middle distance while dexterously shredding a day-glow green Post-it note between his thumbs and forefingers. From my vantage, I can see him working the paper to shreds. I watch as he raises his head like a prairie dog to look surreptitiously about, lowers his handiwork down, down, down his girth only to raise it up again, guiltily, to set about worrying the paper once more.