Rod and Emerile were laughing. Rod nodded, I returned with a weak smile. He picked it up quickly.
The figure next to me held the brim of a fedora slowly twisting it out of shape. Rod elbowed Emerile. Both went silent staring up the street as if looking for the bus.
Fingers squeezed into fists around the felt. They trembled as they settled upon his knees.
An occasional sigh was cut off by choking sounds. He placed the fedora snuggly over his knee and gently took his left hand in his right. His thumb barely touched the ring on his finger as if afraid it would break.
People became silent as they walked up. The hiss of airbrakes signaled the arrival of the bus. The man stood up and put on the crumpled brimmed fedora.
Rod and Emerile stood to one side and others did the same. The man nodded. The dark black suit climbed into the bus revealing a glimpse of navy blue socks.
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One thought on “Bus Stop Stories: Crumpled Fedora”
Ok that’s a cliff hanger !