I sat on the bus the other day, text book in my lap, reading scholarly words about the Prophets, thinking about Ezekiel, thinking about coffee, wondering if I should have brought my umbrella.
A man boarded the bus, snapping his pearl snaps as he walked to his seat. I noticed something under his shirt just before he turned around to sit down.
The most obvious assumption for what he concealed would have been a back brace for a job that required heavy lifting. But my first thought was, "bomb."
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