Bus Stop ReprisedA Story by Sandy Beachthe end of the storyBus Stop Reprised
the ivy covered deck has begun to fade in need of repairerations paint new boarding screws that have rusted away it is sort of like me these days I don't go out there to read my paper and sip my morning coffee very often anymore Shelbie that was her name the lady I enjoyed greeting each morning as she got off the local express around 7:45 every morning no longer comes this way the bus seldom stops anymore at this stop when they open the door some college stutdents on their way to the local college exit laughing and chatting maybe even an occasional business man but the magic lady with the beautiuful smile stopped coming I don't know why I don't know if she moved or had a circumstance or just plain quit I just know she never shows anymore I looked forward to seeing her the only thing I had to look forward to most days to see her glance my direction and smile I'm recall how I found out her name we only spoke on one occasion she got off the bus one spring morning and walked over to the white picket fence that surrounded my backyard she smiled her usual smile and said good morning I struggled to my feet and walked over with the help of my old wooden cane I'm sure I looked like an old codger to her not the man I was so long ago she introduced herself and handed me a small bag inside was a fresh baked muffin a blueberry muffin I loved blueberries and now I realized I was in love with this beautiuful woman that I had watched from afar for all these many years we talked for only a few moments before she scurried off to her job her soft hand on the back of my hand I can still feel it to this day her smile said everything I wanted to hear I loved that bus stop I loved that smile I loved that woman I miss her so
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1 Review Added on October 23, 2012 Last Updated on October 23, 2012 AuthorSandy BeachCOAboutHi. I am new and yes this is my real name. Actually my name is Sanford, which tells you why I go by Sandy. My parents grew up during the early hippy era , were musicians and artists, and obviously had.. more..Writing
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