Some moments.
Just an annoying thought came into my mind, sitting on my balcony with a lot of work to write, when an old lady in the street, exhausted and in a hurry to catch a public bus, failed to get in.
Full stop? why?
You know my writing skills are very good, Once I was writing an academic essay for my boy(don’t tell anyone about my goodness as a father) and making coffee for my other kid(who never thanked me) when he was getting late for his school bus, both at the same time.
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But that day, seeing terrible hate for that bus driver, in her eyes, I forgot the next sentence which I was going to write.
The ‘bus driver’ was a good guy, with handsome looks, generous behavior, an eye-catching smile, and an almost perfect husband material type, trustworthy type. At that moment I made myself think why should he wait for that old, trembling lady for another thirty seconds when his passengers are getting late for their work? The 21st century is about to start in four months, everything should be in perfect time.
The next sentence was completed, a nice day that was.
Now I am 67.
