The man sitting in the back row of the bus was, no doubt, myself.
happened that I found myself sitting in an empty bus stop watching passing cars and their users entertained on the saucy exchange of glances with people who would not stop a reproach.
went by bus, one that was not what I expected, and that did not stop there, and, watching the faces in orderly succession of rows of seats, I was.
Sitting right at the end, the brash and entertaining exchange of glances with people who were outside the bus, and that no would rise, was my other self. I was lonely sitting at the bus stop and stared at me, because he knew the man sitting at the bus stop was, of course, himself.
ran to meet us. I ran behind the bus waiting to reach your next stop. He jumped from his seat I was sure it was, and press the "stop requested". He looked nervous and was able to see me back running after the bus, which he knew for sure I would.
Meters and defiantly took the second long until finally the bus stopped. My outer arrived just in time when the bus started again, leaving a pile of people scattered in the parade, which soon dispersed.
Di recent strides, panting, while the stop was empty.
had not been dropped, and, standing by the door, looked at me as he walked away.
had changed his mind at the last minute.
Perhaps we should not alter the order of the universe, or perhaps could not bear a truth that radically changed his worldview.
Yo, I know, I think I finally gave him a little cut.
