The depot smelled like coffee and yesterday. He asked a clerk if a woman in a blue hoodie had bought a ticket. “Half the county owns a blue hoodie,” the clerk said, not unkindly.
On the bulletin board: lost pets, guitar lessons, a flyer for a shelter two blocks away. In small print: Safe arrivals, no questions asked.
He followed the arrow drawn in Sharpie on the bottom corner like it had been left there for him. Maybe it had.
