Sunday Photo Fiction — The Bus Stop

img_0971“Excuse me,” Edgar said to a man passing in front of him. “Do you have the time?”

The passerby sized up the man wearing what looked like those bright orange Home Depot vests and answered, “Sure, I got the time, if you got the beer.” The man laughed and continued to walk past Edgar.

“Asshole,” Edgar said under his breath, remembering the old commercial for Miller High Life beer.

When an older woman walked in front of him, he asked her if she knew what time it was. She stopped, looked at her watch, and answered, “It’s two-twenty.”

Edgar reached into his pocket and pulled out the printed bus schedule. The next bus was scheduled to arrive at 2:45, so he had another 25 minutes of waiting in the cold drizzle at the uncovered bus stop.

He put the schedule back in his pocket and went back to reading his newspaper when a young girl approached him and offered him an umbrella. “My father wanted me to give this to you,” she said, handing it to him before running back to the limousine where her father was waiting for her.

(200 words)

Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: A Mixed Bag.

14 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction — The Bus Stop

  1. raynotbradbury March 25, 2018 / 12:28 pm

    Good one 🙂 a girl learned a good lesson from her Mercedes-dad lol


  2. michael1148humphris March 26, 2018 / 2:21 am

    I do not wear a watch and often travel by bus, in fact I am about to catch the bus into Skipton, so must dash. Thank heavens it’s not raining yet! Great story.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango March 26, 2018 / 7:39 am

      Thanks. I often travel by bus, too. But I do wear a watch.


  3. anuragbakhshi March 26, 2018 / 9:10 pm

    How lovely, and a great message that not all the rich are cruel and heartless, while not all the ‘average’ people have hearts of gold.

    Liked by 1 person

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