The Bus Stop

[brian_campo]

Brian sat on a long bench at the Reno Avenue bus stop. Overhead, an awning lined with fluorescent lights cast a bluish glow on his skin. Behind the bench, a wall of ads hawked hair and skin care products. Someone had drawn a magic marker dick on an ad for Oil of Olay face cream. He flipped through a magazine until he got bored, and then he rolled it into a tube. His Toyota was in the shop for an oil leak, which stuck him with public transportation as a means to get between work, practice, and his apartment.

A bum hunched at the opposite corner of the bench with a boombox playing Lionel Ritchie's "Hello". The man was fast asleep with a half-empty bottle of liquor between his feet.

Brian eyed the power button. 'Wonder if I can...' He narrowed his eyes and focused, but as hard as he stared, he couldn't depress it with his brain. A change in tactic was needed. After a quick check of his surroundings, he flexed his fingers and flung out his arm, pretending to throw an object at the button.

The whole boombox pitched to the side and clattered onto the sidewalk.

The bum jolted upright and looked around for the culprit.

Brian became preoccupied with his hair.

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[brian_campo]

"That's what my girlfriend says, practice and meditation. But I have a hard enough time settling down to sleep. Meditating?" He fixed Cian with a crooked smile. "I dunno. But she's... she's special. She was probably born meditating."

[cian_oneill]

Cian laughed, wondering if Brian had even realised how that sounded. But he knew the difference it made, and it was something he and Annie had fought about when he'd been learning.

Laddie if'n y' no givin' y'self, or 'im, the chance then y' gonna pay th' price! It had been about then she'd named Siofra.

"F' most it ain' summin' y' can jus' do, but I c'n tell you it's worth givin' it a go."