By Jeffrey Paolano
Pearson lives two bus stops from the VA. The first stop has a four-sided shelter. Stop two doesn’t even have a bench. Pearson leans against a wall to keep his feet.
A man strides towards him, his gaze fixed on Pearson. The man wears a polo shirt; Pearson wears a 1st Air Cav cap patch.
“You a Vet?” the man asks.
“Yasir, goin down to the VA.”
“You want a ride?”
“Obliged, sir.”
The magnificence of the man’s car takes Pearson’s breath.
The man prattles on, white talk.
Pearson is clenched, praying his bladder don’t release on the man’s pretty car.
It’s nice that someone is helping veterans. One veteran told me it is a veteran’s responsibility to help other veterans with referrals and discussions.
Compassion and a little humor. You could write quiet humor too. I liked it. Well done.
Unexpected! Totally!