Reflections
I’m sitting on a bus headed home from work. It’s so crowded I have to suppress a smile as the bus pulls up to each stop and no one gets off but more people try to cram their way on. There’s a woman smashed between two people. She’s holding her phone to one ear as she grips one of the straps hanging from the roof. Meanwhile, across from me an old black woman is taking a nap, her hands folded in her lap as her head sways back and forth. Read More