The morning sun pierces the sparkling front window, hitting me dead in the eyes. Despite my retirement edging ever closer, I still take great pride in cleaning the bus.
Brakes are good. Indicators are perfect. Right, I'm ready to begin today's bus route.
'Steve' is still clearly printed on my name tag. I turn the key, release the clutch beside the engine and then ease off the brakes as I leave the Sydney bus Station for my last final bus run.
I drive down a Street and come to a stop to collect the first lot of primary students. I greet them one by one.
"Morning Louise, hello Bea."
The small second graders bounce pass like two tiny Quokkas. It's as though they barely reach my knees.
"Hi Steve", Bea lifts something out of her minute pocket. "I made you something for your re - rewiment".
Precious, its retirement but I'm not going to correct her. She tries so hard.
"Thank you, sweetie", I say as she makes her way to a Empty seat. I read the address time sheet and grab the 2-way radio.
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Historia CortaA short story I actually wrote last year for an English assessment. I've never wrote anything before and I thought I'd post this because I was proud of it so, I hope you guys enjoy It's based off a gap in the biography book of " The Happiest Refuge...
