Memories Chilly and Thawed

Fiction

Dipping her pinkie finger into a converted tin of mints, Sophie dabbed a little Vapo Rub on her upper lip. She wasn’t congested, just hated the cologne the bus driver always wore.

Sophie leaned her head back on the collar of her coat. She saw the oversized ladybug applique shimmer in reflection from the bus stop plexiglass.

Mary Sophia Smith…, she mumbled, annoyed with herself.

…You wouldn’t have to worry about the bus driver’s damn cologne if you wouldn’t have snapped at the nice young man who offered you a ride.

Sophie ran the scene back in her head.

The car pulled a U-Turn in the middle of Grand River.