Fiona Walkington

Putz

Mr. Lebowitz sits contently in a train car. He wears a pince-nez on his nose which is always buried in a crossword puzzle, as it is at the moment. He folds his paper to the side and starts setting out an assortment of little tupperwares just so. When he is satisfied with this arrangement, he dips a baby carrot into some hummus. With a relishing crunch, he closes his eyes and at this moment all is right in his world.