Waiting for the Bus



“I’m not waiting one second longer. My mouth is dry enough to grow xerophytes. I need a drink.”  

“Of course it came from Cuba. Can’t you read the bag?”  

Would those girls try to steal her bags? Maude kept a firm grip and wished she could run. In the future, she’d shoplift lighter goods. 

She’d snatched the last pair of discounted Ray Ban's from her friend’s hands. They were perfect for the walks she’d now take alone. 

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