He carries a peanut butter colored, 1970’s styled briefcase.

There’s a man I see every morning during my commute time. He carries a peanut butter colored, 1970’s styled briefcase. He’s usually dressed sharp and his path is determined. When he walks, it’s more like a march. When he runs, it’s more like a prance. He never moves his upper body.

I wiggled my nose, blinked my eyes, and pulled into the local grocery store. I saw the man march up to a sign spinner. She had earphones and was wiggling to her own beat. He tapped her on the shoulder, their eyes met, and she kissed him on the cheek.

Author: Judy

Judy Dawn writes science-fantasy enveloping imaginative technology, augmented reality, and inspiring threads between the lines. She publishes short stories found on her website and novels. Readers and fans can speak to her real time by joining her live chat on Twitch.Tv.