WE ARE…I’VE OPERATED SUCH A VAN IN MY TIME… THANKFUL TO YOU FOR SHARING IT SO WONDERFULLY! 😀
She was there at the bus stop, waiting like the others. Her bus was yellow too, but was smaller with a wheelchair lift in a grid of patterned, painted metal. Cars were parked behind her mother’s older van. One…two…three…waiting impatiently.
It was late spring in the coolness of warm weather-to-be. Flowers and trees bloomed everywhere. Pink and purple or double blooms of white, smelling fragrantly. At the corner, children pressed buttons to roll down windows. Heads of boys hung out side to see what the commotion was all about. Girls who couldn’t care less, texted in back seats while chewing gum and clicking tongues.
Air, still damp wafted through hallows of vacuumed cars. Birds in high, high branches tweeted songs from above, while warming engines shut down from below. Healthy kids who took dancing lessons in afternoons or batted balls early in nights, didn’t know or understand what they waited…
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