743. Guy in a beanie
© Bruce Goodman 23 October 2015
Keith had to catch the ferry. He hadn’t seen his girlfriend for three days. The ferry crossed from one island to another thrice daily. This time there was a huge line.
No more tickets. All booked out. Come back in the morning. Should have booked earlier. Go away.
The line disintegrated. People grumbled.
Keith pulled a beanie hard down over his ears. He hunched his back and looked forlorn. He went to the ticket office.
“Chemotherapy,” he lied, pointing to his head. They gave him a ticket.
The boat sank.