Wednesday, December 19, 2012

100 Words a Day 132

Garret dug around in his pockets for change. The other riders stared hellfire at him; the driver refused to pull away from the stop until he had paid the fare.

Hands searching through pants and jacket, Garret eventually found a nickel. With a sigh of relief he gave it to the driver.

The bus doors clunked shut behind him as he walked down the aisle under the smoldering stares of the other commuters. He found a seat, still hot from the previous occupant.

People continued to stare at him. He pulled at the collar of his shirt; he was sweating.

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