you look like me only miserable

Posted: November 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

Charlie sneered a little as he watched the driver check his clipboard and take a headcount like he was taking inventory instead of delivering people to the only hope they had at normalcy after being given life again. How could you even be that numb to it all, he wondered. He watched as a short woman with deep red hair asked him for a cigarette, which he procured from his pants pocket and gave her before she had to explain that she needed a light, too. Now the driver looked irritated, but it wasn’t like she was going to have a lighter.

 

The woman accepted the cigarette and thanked the driver the way a homeless person says thanks after receiving money, not with the coolness and camaraderie that smokers so often tried to cultivate with one another. She needed it, and as she shifted her weight from foot to foot in a crowd of unfamiliar faces about to be her and Charlie’s neighbors, Charlie could see she needed more than just the smoke.

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