Freakuccino
by Mark Reep
The bus was almost empty, just me and an Asian girl who'd cleaned up some since I'd seen her. She was wearing a too-big T-shirt that said Freakuccino and writing in a notebook. If she remembered me she didn't say so I didn't either. Everybody sheds some skin. At the Green Street stop two cops were waiting. One said something to the driver and pointed down the aisle but not at me. She looked up and said, Me? What'd I do? The older cop beckoned. She got up and got off with them. Before the bus pulled away they'd handcuffed her. I wondered who she'd pissed off, who'd made the call.
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Author's Note
A followup to 'String Money,' published in Camel Saloon.
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"Everybody sheds some skin."
Great line.
Agree with Bill about the line. A piece of something larger, I take it. Hope so. This "teaser" got my attention.
I agree with Jack and Bill. Lots of punch, and it seems to promise more. Great mystery here.
Yes to something larger here. Nice moment in the piece: "If she remembered me she didn't say so I didn't either. Everybody sheds some skin." I like it.
Nice short. I agree. "Everybody sheds some skin" is a great line.
Yes, a neat little story wrapped around a great line and a powerful truth. I wonder what she did.
Thanks, guys. This is the second from a sequence that began with
'String Money'; four or five have been published so far, and I'll post them here shortly.