Without fail he arrived at the bus stop on time. The 6:15 a.m. bus was the one she rode
and he would not think of catching a different bus, even though there was one
nearer to where he slept.
He stood in the grey morning light watching for the vehicle
to top the hill. When it came into
sight he stood up straighter, squared his shoulders and prepared to board.
Perhaps today he would find a way to communicate? Perhaps today she would understand the
slight breeze causing her to shiver was his attempt to contact her from beyond?
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