Six Months Later (October)
With the sleeve of his shirt, Boyd polished the steering wheel in front of him. Through the windshield, Boyd watched people come and go, go and come. They stood and drew on cigarettes, they flicked butts, and dragged cases and children. Beyond them all, the October sky was darkening with dusk. Clouds hung low and gave off the impression of impending snow, even though bad weather was still weeks, if not months, away. It was time to start looking at packing up the car and putting her to bed for the winter.
As though acting on its own accord, Boyd’s hand fell to the seat and traced the seam of the vinyl. They’d done a good job, the interior shop. It was hard to tell where the original vinyl stopped and the replacement piece had been set in. They’d even got the col
