An excerpt from my novel, Shoal Hope:
Albert slapped down a quarter on the counter, swiveling away on his stool. A half-chewed toothpick clenched in his jaw, “Thanks!”
The counter-man replied with clipped, professional courtesy, “Thank you.”
Albert stepped onto the street. A low sun shimmered between a filigree of branches. Leaves at their peak of color. Maples shining bright red or brilliant yellow.