The stranger at the bus stop held a tattered book with a faded pink-and-white dust jacket — a $950 first American edition of Winnie-the-Pooh. He’d marked his place with the business card of a Haight-Ashbury palmistry shop — the shop long closed, the proprietor now a Marin County realtor.
“Winnie-the-Pooh?” asked the little girl sitting beside him on the bench. The mother glanced up from her smartphone, frowned, and resumed texting. The man handed the child the book.
“Yours.”
He waved as the child and her mother boarded the bus. Then he strolled off, tucking the worn business card into his wallet.
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Wonderful storybook tale of delighfulness, Karen!
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Wow nice man. Wise of him to see the value of this book to the girl, is greater than the worth of the book in money. Great piece!
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What an intriguing tale, and it could be the start of an amazing longer story.
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Lovely. Thank you for a story that will stay with me.
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Luv Winnie!
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Very humorous and entertaining. The denouement is a master piece. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Charming.
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