the smuggler’s bible

Turkey Tom

Turkey Tom wears dark glasses and a hat with the brim pulled low. He also wears a mask, but everybody is wearing a mask so, ultimately, it’s not an integral part of his disguise.

The clerk at the window takes her time counting his change. He stuffs the bills into his pocket and jogs off toward the platform with his duffle under his wing. Later, as the bus pulls out of the depot and merges into traffic, he leans back in his seat and gobbles softly. Outside, it begins to snow.

Maybe this year, he thinks, nobody will come looking.