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Friday, October 4, 2013

Waiting for a Bus


She was waiting for a bus at the rather crowded bus stop. It was drizzling and she kept dry under the shelter provided by the bakery. She looked anxiously to see whether the bus was coming up the road. Nothing. She sighed. Out of nowhere an older man dressed in rags came up to her.
“Do you have any change to spare? I haven’t eaten all day and would like to buy some bread.” He begged.
“I am afraid I do not.”
“That is a mighty large purse hanging from your shoulder. Are you sure they are no coins lying around at the bottom.” He insisted.
Aware that if she didn’t give him at least a coin, he wouldn’t stop bothering her. So, she opened her bag and took out a two Real bill.
“Here you are. It is more than enough for bread and you can even ask for some coffee.”
“Thank you so much. I am truly grateful. God bless you.”
He was supposed to walk away, but he just stood there staring at her. She looked away and started praying for her bus to arrive.
“You know. I have been here all day. Not one single person helped me. But I knew you would.”
She just ignored him.
“Can I give you a kiss?”
She was starting to get scared. She consented by nodding her head slowly. But her gut hurt her.
Not only did he give her a kiss on her left cheek, he also tried to hug her. Suddenly she realized what he was trying to do and broke away from his grip. He smiled and walked away. Only then did she notice that she hadn’t closed her purse and he was heading for her wallet. No one. Not one single person at the bus stop helped her.


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(Written October 4, 2013)Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.


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