In The Five Pearls, I decided on very concise writing. The flowers are there, but with less petals.
He carried his duffel over to the bus stop and sat down on a cool metal bench under a lean-to that was supposed to be a respite from the blistering Texas sun in summer. But it was long past summer now and the wind in the air tasted like dirty chalk.
A big sign was screwed to the fence next to the bus stop; words printed in big blood red letters:
DO NOT PICK UP HITCHIKERS