THE BEES’ KNEES IS BACK!!!!
“First time in Salvation Point, stranger?” the shuttle driver asks, taking my bag from my hand. I wince a little inside, because now I owe the man a couple of bucks, which I’m happy to pay, but I never carry cash.
“Nope, just been gone a while,” I answer, taking the seat opposite the luggage rack so I can get up and grab my bag before he does, avoiding the awkward moment when he hands it to me and I hand him nothing in return.
“What’s kept you away?” he asks, eyeing me in the rearview mirror and wheeling the bus out of the depot lot.
I chuckle, but don’t answer. I let my head fall back against the rattling window and close my eyes.
What’s kept me away? What’s kept me from writing about an imaginary town on a model railroad in my basement?
Same thing that keeps me from remembering…
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