I stare vaguely out the window; passing shops, trees, faces, many faces. One stands out. The bus pauses at a stop and our eyes meet – one moment, one full second longer than a casual glance should have lasted – the bus moves on and the moment – that moment rich in possibilities – is gone.
Trifextra this week asked as to write a full story in three sentences. Well, two of my sentences are bursting at the seams, but they are there, all three of them, nonetheless.
Have a nice weekend.