Broken stones

Broken stones

A jewel robbery with a difference.

The bus was packed, as usual and when she got on, she stood right up front. I bobbed up and down trying to be as discreet as I could, but not very, I suppose. The bus jolted back and forth but as everyone else stumbled around, she just kept on reading, perfectly balanced, not even holding on to the rail.

She seemed oblivious to everything around her. As people jostled past to get off at their stop she would just move to the side without looking up. As the bus gradually emptied she sat down on a long seat crossing her legs as delicately as when she turned the pages of her book.