Leviathan

A lady with a pink bag with little polka dots that made it look like candy, or sugared doughnut, with a woolly blouse and fitted pants at the bus breezed through the pages of a book with a chapter, Day 5995. She closed it after what must be a thirty-minute traffic, and there it was, David Levithan. She unspools her earphones and jacked it in her ears.