Just like her usual routine, Alastaire waits patiently at the old bus terminal at exactly 7AM. the Terminal, known around her small-town neighborhood as General Agham Bus Stop. it was the oldest yet the most reselient public transport terminal in Sta.Imelda.
many calamities, natural or man-made had it endured for the past 5 decades. it has undergone so many renovations, and stands as a memorial of a brave,local town hero. she's proud of it, of the fact that she was a great- granddaughter of the man who founded a small,yet lively and progressive town. she's used to the queue of the crowd, mostly people of the working class just like her.
but it's not the highlight of her story,though. she roam her eyes around. and then she smiled. amidst the sea of people---the lovely dark-brown tresses of a petite young lady stands-out. Alas' eyes trained on her, bathing on her warmth not minding the crowd.
she was running towards her direction;
but not in her arms.....
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SHORT STORIES I: The Terminal
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