Small Tales for the Hurried - Number One

Jules blew a few scorching notes on his harmonica and watched the commuters rush for the morning train.

No one slowed to listen. The train screeched to a halt and all boarded.

Jules picked up his empty 'tips’ hat, put it on his head and ran for the train.

When he entered, Jules dropped his 'tips' hat to the floor and noticed that all the passengers were now sporting wings and playing the tuba.

Jules put his hat back on his head and attempted to leave. But the doors had all ready closed.

“I hate this dream,” said Jules. “It always blows.”