Bagel

He sat with the curtains drawn
Mulling over a half eaten bagel
Bits of cream cheese caught on the edge
Saying something about the weather
& whether or not it was wise to shoot the breeze

I took him up on the offer, having finished my coffee and being ready for the next opportunity

The rusty engine coughing, sputtering between turns of the key. Stroking the metal and whispering something inaudible – magically got us going again

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