Crosstown Bus by Alice Folkart
8:34 PM | Author: Glen Binger
Crosstown Bus by Alice Folkart

Crosstown bus--six men jammed against Loretta Smead. Someone grabs her butt, kneading and stroking hard.
She searches the faces. Bland innocence. Boredom. Some eyes closed, maybe sleeping.
She snakes her hand down, grabs the wrist, and hauls it up, shouting, "Pervert!"
No one admits to owning the hand.

Alice Folkart lives in Hawaii and writes when there's no surf.
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