The seat was warm.
His music preceded him; a few surprisingly
melodic snatches on a battered harmonica.
He was wrinkled; cubic
zirconia studs in each of his large leathered lobes. Shoulders hunched
forward in a standard olive green overcoat, he staggered with the
off-beat roll of a hurrying subway car.
He dropped the arm that
held the instrument to reveal a droopy under bite, proffering his other
grubby hand to a nearby passenger. The passenger, an… Continue
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