Young man gives his seat up to a little boy who is traveling with his mother. I’ve seen them before on this route. She is thin and does odd things with her mouth. She is poor and has to search for money before boarding, letting others pass before her. She has been waiting for a while and has had plenty of time to get her money out but has probably been avoiding looking in her purse, fearing the desolation there.
Harry Hussey
I am a musician living in the Hudson Valley, New York State, USA. My wife, Tami and I have some nigerian dwarf goats, 2 dogs, Moose and Luna, and 2 cats, Lucifer and Suzy. I run an open mic at the local grange hall on the first Friday of every month. I am in the bands, Noyes and the Boyes, Solar Plexus and Mursey. After living in Boston for most of my life, this rural lifestyle is a big, albeit welcome change.
November 6, 2016 at 8:22 pm
Reads like a poem. Beautiful, but sad.
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