Wednesday
Dec072011
The Bus Stop
Maybe it was the traffic or the sun or the unusually warm weather for November. Maybe it was the time of day. Or maybe, just maybe it was the grass that swayed ever so gently as the two spoke for the first time. Whatever it was, it was different that day.
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Bus Stop,
Old Man,
Philadelphia,
Short Story,
Young Girl,
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Bus Stop,
Old Man,
Philadelphia,
Short Story,
Young Girl,
literature 





