Bus Stop Reprised

Bus Stop Reprised

A Story by Sandy Beach
"

the end of the story

"

Bus 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


Sandy@Beach

© 2012 Sandy Beach


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Wow bummer S. I just read the part 1 of this and it was an exceptional heart warming story, but now you have brought the story to a crashing halt. I hope she somehow reappears.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Sandy Beach
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Hi. 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..

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