The Commute 1.2

A tall, silver haired business man with shiny shoes pulls out a bowl and begins walking through the carriage announcing to the passengers he is collecting for the homeless. Everyone pretends not to notice, standing firm like chess pieces, but some weaker hands succumb and empty their pockets with awkwardness. He approaches the man of electric white hair who looks down at his intimidating shoes and sees something so vivid from the past. His eyes water for the first time in years. He then takes the coins from the bowl with the right hand and drops his milk teeth in with his left. The business man squints. And one by one the white haired man swallows the coins good and proper.