Jacob Kiryk

A Life On The Page

Marcelo scanned his card and stepped onto the bus, taking a seat across from the open space for wheelchairs. It was well into spring, but that day it felt blustery and cold. As the bus sulked along, Marcelo’s mind strayed to the grading that awaited him at home, and he felt an abrupt, unusual desire to postpone this work. He pressed the tape to indicate a stop request. He wanted solitude before getting home to his mom, their apartment, and the grading. Stepping out into the afternoon, the doors closed and the bus huffed away.