As a Rule

So, I have a confession. Instead of doing homework last night and getting into bed at a reasonable hour, I found myself writing this little story. I love people-watching, especially in lines, at airports, and on trains. Since moving here, I've been on a train or bus very often (California needs to work on its public transportation system), and I love it. This story was pieced together from bits of people-watching and, of course, my imagination.
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As a Rule

The 6:10 train was four minutes late. This set Henry on edge –– he nervously shifted his weight from one loafered foot to the other. Cold wind whipped through the station, combined with the warm rush of inbound and outbound trains on either side of him. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, wishing the headache away. When the train squealed up to platform 12, Henry was chilled and irritated. The roast he'd left in the slow cooker this morning would probably be chewy and flavorless now. Read the rest: http://calliesshortstories.blogspot.com/