Painted Ruse

“You can’t park here without a permit.”

“Bin’ comin’ ‘ere longer than ’em petty council laws were in place.” She hobbled down the steps clutching a walking stick.

“I’ve never seen you, or this bus you can’t miss.” He studied the small haggard woman.

“D’ya think my bus is pretty?” She beamed wide at the Inspector.

“For an eyesore.”

“Some call it art.