A Bus Ride
I had bought a
newspaper in town and was taking the bus home,
newspaper in town and was taking the bus home,
a half an hours ride
up to my village. I looked at the
headlines
up to my village. I looked at the
headlines
and noticed the paper had no date, were I reading
yesterday’s
yesterday’s
today`s news or tomorrow`s?
The bus was empty this afternoon
The bus was empty this afternoon
and it struck how silent it ran could only hear the swishing
sound of
sound of
rubber against the
asphalted road.
asphalted road.
Then the bus stopped for the first time on this journey outside
my house, so many flowers now in November, my dog sat on
the steps waiting
just for me. The bus door opened with a sigh,
just for me. The bus door opened with a sigh,
but the dog didn`t run to me. I hesitated something was wrong it
was the same house, yet
not the same this one looked immaterial
not the same this one looked immaterial
the flowers were pale; this was a copy or a painting
forgotten at
forgotten at
a rural art
exhibition arranged by a local culturally interested GP.
exhibition arranged by a local culturally interested GP.
Not my village, I
said to the driver and sat down
said to the driver and sat down
“Are you sure?” the driver asked I didn’t answer and the bus
rolled on.
rolled on.
Opened the newspaper
it now had the right day and it was Monday.
it now had the right day and it was Monday.
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