machmaste

"Excuse me," I ducked under the bus stop. "You do know the bus doesn't run this late, right?" The girl standing there turned to look at me. She was wearing a bright yellow raincoat with equally bright purple galoshes, and kept her umbrella open despite having the bus stop's roof to keep her dry. "Really?" She tried to check her watch, but didn't seem to have that much luck in pulling her sleeve back with the giant plastic bag in her hand and the giant purple umbrella in her other. I checked mine for her. "Not down here, at least. The closest line still running is over on Fifth and Market." I took a second to warm my hands. "That's like a g