She's middle-aged, with shoulder length brown hair and tastefully selected eyeglasses. The top of her pink turtleneck is the only clothing showing that isn't the black of her leather jacket, pants, and pointy shoes. A silver purse is slung over her left shoulder.
On her lap is a oft-reused green liquor-mart nylon bag - the only part of her ensemble which isn't trendy and new. She has the Winnipeg Sun folded open on top of it and is doing the crossword puzzle with a simple blue Bic pen.
Her focus on the puzzle is clear, but it's not all encompassing. She gets distracted by various noises on the bus and frequently glances up to see how close she is to her stop.
She finishes the puzzle in pretty good time, unfolds the paper, rolls it up and stuffs it into the nylon bag.
There's her stop.
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Everywhere you look, there is a story. This blog was an experiment in storytelling, drawn from true life in the most mundane setting known to Western civilization: the city bus. I no longer post here, but am leaving it active for posterity's sake.
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