Ride

Buses are not just full, they are jam-packed during Mondays.

I have accepted wholeheartedly that I’ll be standing for almost two hours as I take the bus to get to work. Trying as hard as I can, I eagerly fit myself in the already filled bus.

I heave a sigh of relief as I finally stood in my little corner.

It was when a man seated in my front left stood. I am too amazed to react because hey, gentlemen are now as rare as a pink diamond!

He touched my arm softly to get my attention.

“Oh,” I quietly said as I look at him. (He’s surely flashing his pearly whites.)

I took his former seat, slowly.

When I looked up, it appears he’s looking at me too.

He smiled.

I smiled back.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

And that’s the start of our story.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Favim

 

29 thoughts on “Ride”

      1. Well, here’s a fourth vote. We’re hooked! Though it’s okay–“The Road Not Taken” ends with the walker making a choice with our not knowing what happens next. Thanks for engaging us so well!

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