Waiting to Inhale

The kid  stands near the door of the bus, unlit cigarette one hand, his lighter in the other. He turns the lighter over in his hand, puts it in his pocket, takes it out again. He looks ahead to the stop.  In a minute, after this red light, after this car passes, and the next–in a moment we’ll make it there, and the doors will open.

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