One a rainy Friday I found myself standing under a bus stop sign with no umbrella after my mum told me it's wasn't going to rain, fuck the weather forecast, never correct especially when trying to predict English weather. I let out a groan of disbelief as raindrops pattered my exposed shoulders. The street was mostly empty : there was only a young mother and child sitting unnaturally in the bus shelter on the red cracked bench, one that was never going to be fixed ; a middle aged man standing solider like on the other side of the bus shelter, staring mercilessly outwards towards the road; a younger women stood by him hesitating to move closer and constantly looking up at him as if she was trapped prey. I guess I felt sorry for her.
5 minutes
Then I can be on my way home back to my warm bed and even warmer food. The steaming buns that I can plunder from the oven. Hopefully my sister hasn't discovered my treats. These special buns are filled with raspberry jam and whipped cream that has been watered down so that'll warm the inside of my frigid mouth.
I sigh my breath floating ghost like in front of me. Thinking about them is just going to make this situation worse.
Suddenly the drizzle starts to strengthen spitting droplets onto my massacre plastered eyelashes, tearing my under eyes black. Quickly I stumbled under the shelter apologising loudly to the mother that I almost whacked with my loose bag. The middle aged man spun to look at me striking a angry gaze before aggressively whispering something to the women beside him, her only response a fearful glance to his face before returning her eyes to the concrete pavement.
4 minutes
After standing in a somewhat casual position I started shifting through my yellow bag , gifted specially for me on my birthday 3 months back. Inside bundled together in a tangled mess was : my phone chipped at the corner ; one tampon still in its package ; old paracetamol tablets which had probably never been used ; my wallet - almost empty - ;my reusable bee patterned wax bag and tissues. I gently took one tissue out the packet, using it to carefully and craft fully remove the dark stains, which made me look as if I had not slept for days. I quickly stuffed the massacre tissue back into the bag and closed my bag satisfied. I tossed it over my shoulder letting it hang limp with only one strap.
3 minutes
Everyone at the bus stop stood silently awkwardly watching silver and grey cars speed past as the rain continued to pelt the world outside the bus shelter.
2 minutes
I took a bit of paper out my trouser pocket and threw it into a bush nearby , it should decompose.
1 minute
Silence.
0 minutes
In the distance of the road the top of the bus could be seen among the flood of melancholy coloured cars. Traffic only allowing it to trudge along as a pair of welly's through thick mud. When it finally arrived I let both the middle aged man and young women , who shuffled quickly after him , go one first followed by the mother with a child and she mumbled a thanks. Slowly I stepped into the bus , paying what little was left in my wallet and was about to go and sit down but after turning I was met with each row full, each seat taken except one, one right near the back tucked , just in sight, in the corner, the one right next to him.
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