October 3, 2013
Everyone on the bus wonders what it is that the pretty girl with the small red bow in her '30s-styled black hair is smiling about in a way that seems so private they don't dare disturb her. Is it a boy she fancies, one whose watch is on a fob inside his vest? A rosewater macaron secreted in the sleeve of her jacket? Only she knows that she fantasizes of the dental floss she always carries inside her tiny handbag and the heroic way she knows it will someday be put to use, braided into a life-saving rope or something.