The doors opened with the familiar exhaust of air. He stepped with a measured, cautious step off the bus. His backpack weighed heavy on shoulders, much like the day had been. He glanced at the bench and decided to stand. Not that the bench was dirty or wet, but he felt the need to stand… Continue reading Bus Stop
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