Leftovers
Phoebe Cannard-Higgins

“Lucille waited next to an old man wearing a toupée. It blew faintly in the thick summer wind, and she watched as a tear of sweat descended from underneath it and trickled down his forehead. The bus was late again, and the dry heat blistered on the road in front of them. Lucille wondered if the damp patch in her underwear was sweat or if her period had come early …”