Dad and Daughter

Every morning they wait for the 205 bus at 28th and Iris. Dad and Daughter. Together, along with his bicycle. She is about six and he must be in his early thirties. They don't talk much. Usually they are dressed in blue. Dad in blue jacket and jeans. Daughter in a blue coat with light brown fur. He always waits (holding his bike) until the bus comes, daughter gets in, and bus is out of sight.

Today he must have had some work, he left on the bike as soon as the bus left. Bus crawled ahead, bike gained speed, away from each other. He turned back to look at the bus. Once, twice and again, balancing awkwardly on his bike, he kept turning back. Daughter didn't see him, seated from where she was.

And he kept turning back until the bus was out of sight.