It was a clear July morning. I ran downstairs and across the street to the bus stop. I missed it. I was one minute late for the scheduled pick-up on bus 33. Or maybe the bus never came. Or maybe it was full, so it skipped our stop… (but,…
It was a clear July morning. I ran downstairs and across the street to the bus stop. I missed it. I was one minute late for the scheduled pick-up on bus 33. Or maybe the bus never came. Or maybe it was full, so it skipped our stop… (but,…