He was on the bus again. Waiting. This time not just for her, but for anybody just anybody to come in through that door.
The bus braked. And the doors opened, letting in a stream of people. Tired, dejected, lonely, people. He stared into the midst of them, watching silently as they all passed him, filling up all the other seats on the bus, every single one of them an unavoidable dent to his ego.
He sighed as the stream of people ended, with him still alone in his seat. He slumped himself against the glass and looked. He wondered how the hell he had gotten into this mess.
The next stream of people entered the bus, and finally the seat next to his was taken, by a cumbersome elderly lady, fingers fraught with rheumatism, clutching like a vulture to the plastic bags filled with shopping in her hand. Alone as he was.
He thought about her, and wondered what life must have thrown at her, to put that scowl on her face, and that look of raggedness. All the pain and hurt she must have had.
Pain.. Hurt... He was all too familiar with those, he thought bitterly to himself, and a voice whispered from the depths of the abyss to him, telling him that the lady wouldn't have even sat next to him if that had not been the last seat of the bus.
He found himself wondering for once, whether that voice was actually right. He didn't know, couldn't know. He glanced over to his right, she was sitting away, back to him, looking out of the window on the other side of the bus. He obliged and faced his back to her as well.
He just realized that he could really use a wish right then.
A wish.
Just then, his phone beeped.
Maybe someone did care..
He saw who it was, and mumbled a prayer of thanks.
Maybe sometimes things did go his way after all.
A wish came true tonight.
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Bus trip to nowhere. - Saturday, August 28, 2010 @ 8:07 PM
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Bus trip to nowhere. - Saturday, August 28, 2010 @ 8:07 PM
He was on the bus again. Waiting. This time not just for her, but for anybody just anybody to come in through that door.
The bus braked. And the doors opened, letting in a stream of people. Tired, dejected, lonely, people. He stared into the midst of them, watching silently as they all passed him, filling up all the other seats on the bus, every single one of them an unavoidable dent to his ego. He sighed as the stream of people ended, with him still alone in his seat. He slumped himself against the glass and looked. He wondered how the hell he had gotten into this mess. The next stream of people entered the bus, and finally the seat next to his was taken, by a cumbersome elderly lady, fingers fraught with rheumatism, clutching like a vulture to the plastic bags filled with shopping in her hand. Alone as he was. He thought about her, and wondered what life must have thrown at her, to put that scowl on her face, and that look of raggedness. All the pain and hurt she must have had. Pain.. Hurt... He was all too familiar with those, he thought bitterly to himself, and a voice whispered from the depths of the abyss to him, telling him that the lady wouldn't have even sat next to him if that had not been the last seat of the bus. He found himself wondering for once, whether that voice was actually right. He didn't know, couldn't know. He glanced over to his right, she was sitting away, back to him, looking out of the window on the other side of the bus. He obliged and faced his back to her as well. He just realized that he could really use a wish right then. A wish. Just then, his phone beeped. Maybe someone did care.. He saw who it was, and mumbled a prayer of thanks. Maybe sometimes things did go his way after all. A wish came true tonight. |
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