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Thanksgiving (November 25, 2010)

In by Fannie on November 26, 2010 at 7:09 pm

They rode a bus.  Together they bumped and jostled each other as they made their way down the long winding road.  She gazed out the window thinking about that last caress he had given her before she left.  No idea how long it would be until the next time.  The man behind, huddled in a rain jacket, had his mind fixated on the organizational nightmare ahead of him.  Was all the food even bought?  Next to him, the girl in the hat stewed about the tensions that were straining to tear her family apart.  They swayed, together in their separateness.

  1. I’ve been thinking about buses a lot lately, and I think that last line sums up a lot of why they’re such intriguing places.

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