I found the beginning of a story at my bus stop last week.
I still don’t know who wrote it but I’ve been going up to campus and down again, imagining the two of them... She must get on at my stop but does he? Did he see her read it? Did she blush, laugh or smack him with an armful of books?! Perhaps she was quite cool and gave nothing away. Would he have been bruised or a little bit smug? Maybe he was knocked off his feet!
I sat on the bus smiling and wondering what their next chapter would be. And what title they would give their story. And how many chapters it would have...
I wonder where he wanted to take her.
And, of course, I wonder if she relented and went with him?
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