As she sat on the bus with him, she thought about the exact same thing that she had been thinking about several minutes earlier: He is like a bus. Just when you have found a seat and are about to sit down for a comfortable ride, the bus stops, the doors open, and then, with a loud screech, the bus disappears, leaving you behind, along with all your thoughts. But of course, she realized that he was only a bus. A real one. The biggest of all.
Sue Clayton
23/4/2022 04:12:50 am
Interesting interpretation of a relationship. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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