Kindra sat on the bus in a seat next to a man with a
very large beard. He smelled. She got the window seat, which was good, because
it was the opportunity for her to ignore him. Who knows what smells would have
come out had he opened his mouth.
She didn’t get a chance to ride in things very much. Her
town was so small that there was no need. She tried to watch the landscape out
the window, but once the bus made it out to the freeway things were passing so
fast that she focused on the ground instead. It was hypnotizing how the
different spots on the pavement became like TV static.
When she arrived at the airport, she walked up to the counter to buy a ticket but realized she had forgotten her wallet. All she had in her pockets were her phone and her cigarettes. Her heart sank. She thought she was really getting out of town.
She went and sat on a bench near terminal 3 – one of the ones she could sit on without going through security. Even if she couldn't leave, she wasn't ready to go back yet.
She went and sat on a bench near terminal 3 – one of the ones she could sit on without going through security. Even if she couldn't leave, she wasn't ready to go back yet.
“I signed my life away that day,” muttered Leo as he pulled a cigarette out from behind his ear. He fiddled with the cigarette, having bummed it off of Kindra on his way upstairs; he realized his matchbook was still on his coffee table.
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"As Travis stepped onto the bus, a woman named Kindra Lee stepped off. He didn’t know her name was Kindra Lee, though, until he sat on her wallet.
ReplyDeleteBefore he could call after her, the bus jerked forward. As he watched her walk away, he noticed something slightly peculiar: she was carrying a cell phone and a pack of cigarettes and nothing else. Travis tried to think of a time when he saw a woman in public with so few possessions, but he drew a blank.
Odd, he thought.
Examining her driver’s license more thoroughly, he was pleasantly surprised to see that she also lived in Castle Apartments, so returning the wallet to her would be easy.
Travis knocked on the door of apt. #7083 and waited. No response. He knocked once again, this time more loudly, and once again heard no response.
He then ripped a sheet out of his sketchbook and wrote:
Kindra,
I found your wallet on the bus. Just come up to apt. #1212 to pick it up when you get this.
-Travis K."
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