Wheels and Papers (Otherwise Untitled)
#189 of Short Stories
A fox abides protocol.
~ At the sound of the bell and whistle, the fox groaned audibly. Looking up from her book to the subway car around her, fellow passenger's expressions generally matched her feelings. She tucked her book into her satchel while the car rattled into the station, spending several moments on a few somewhat jarring halts, before everyone shuffled up to their feet with most removing their coats.
~ The fox in particular, laid her coat out ontop of her satchel while she fiddled with her wallet to hold out her card with one hand and offer her travel paperwork with the other. A stillness hung over the car, quiet except for the opening of doors and footfalls of officers stepping aboard.