The Fifth Avenue bus Hanife usually took came slipping up
to the corner and Hanife, pleased not to worry about
a taxi, started for the stop. She had reached out
her hand to take the rail inside the bus door
when she was roughly elbowed aside and the ugly customer
in the light hat shoved on ahead of her. Hanife
muttered and started to follow, but the bus door closed
on the packed crowd inside and the last thing Hanife
saw as the bus went off down the street was
the man in the light hat slyly grinning at her.
Paraphrases from the story “Paranoia” by Shirley Jackson.