It’s hard to miss the cover with its warm, gold tones and oversized crown. Trade paperback sized, the writing is small, but the tome is still unwieldy.
I smile. I’m reading the same book, but it’s on my Kindle, because Lord knows I don’t have much room in my bag, and leftover pizza takes up the most real estate.
We’re reading the same book, what are the odds?
Suddenly, I have to know what chapter he’s on.
With furtive glances upon my exit, I catch a glimpse of the page number. I’m only four pages ahead.
What are the odds?
Writing in Transit is a recurring series of 100-word stories based on my experiences on the subway. Posted on Fridays, they’re exactly 100 words. I double checked.