Flash Fiction: Bus-stop-100 words-Prose

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The Bus-Stop Girl is there everyday at 6 on the far left of the time battered bench. Reading, head down, thick brown hair escaping the knitted cap she wore. Everyday I leave my house, 5:45, and jog around the block. I just happen to pass by as she sits down, settling her skirt and opening her book. 57

I slow as I pass and breathe “Hello”. She always hears. She, her delicate fingers capturing her escaped hair, looks up from “A Streetcar named Desire”, green eyes glowing and says “Hello”. We share a smile and I run into the night, waiting for tomorrows smile. 43

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6 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Bus-stop-100 words-Prose

    • Thank you. It was really a challenge cause I got caught up in the story and ended up going way over the limit. I then had to start cutting words out which wasnt easy

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