Week Two – Journal Entry 1
101 Word Story
The bus was full. Only one seat left. She looked into his eyes and felt warm. She sat next to him. He looked at her and smiled. Her beleaguered unhappiness, which had threatened to beat her down, eased. He offered the newspaper and winked when she shook her head. She felt an odd electricity, suddenly. Time, which had flown by, now seemingly stopped. They rode in silence, but their presence and eyes spoke volumes. It was no surprise when they reached his stop. This time, he offered his hand. Taking a deep breath, she stood and followed him into the future.
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