Wednesday, August 18, 2010
The Bus
She came in a hurry into the bus, a mess of boxes and bags. It took him a second to stand up and offer his seat to her; politely, she declined; gentlemanly, he asked again; honestly, she accepted. They crossed words, just a few. What came in excess, flooding the bus with the warm of kindness, were disguised smiles and stares...
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