TheOldGuy
Well-Known Member
We had about 10 minutes to write a 2 paragraph short story. Here's mine:
I'm dizzy. There is a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth. I think it's adrenalin. It is adrenalin, but I'm still tired. I'm too tired to answer my cell phone when it rings, too tired to look at my watch. Still, I know what time it is because I just watched and stood still as my five-o'clock bus stopped and left without me. I'm too tired and my eyes burn too badly to watch the bus shrink into the distance. But, my ears are alert. I can hear the dull whistle of the bus' engine droop over the hill. I hear traffic, people conversing, music from an Italian restaurant behind me, and someone's dog barking at another dog, also barking.
People must think I'm crazy, standing here blocking their paths. But they don't know me. They don't know my life or my pain. For all they know, they may be standing here tomorrow, thinking about the past, present, and future with no regard for the world around them. But then again, maybe yesterday I was like them. Maybe I was here at the bus stop, or at the store, or at work ignoring someone else's life, someone else's pain.
I'm dizzy. There is a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth. I think it's adrenalin. It is adrenalin, but I'm still tired. I'm too tired to answer my cell phone when it rings, too tired to look at my watch. Still, I know what time it is because I just watched and stood still as my five-o'clock bus stopped and left without me. I'm too tired and my eyes burn too badly to watch the bus shrink into the distance. But, my ears are alert. I can hear the dull whistle of the bus' engine droop over the hill. I hear traffic, people conversing, music from an Italian restaurant behind me, and someone's dog barking at another dog, also barking.
People must think I'm crazy, standing here blocking their paths. But they don't know me. They don't know my life or my pain. For all they know, they may be standing here tomorrow, thinking about the past, present, and future with no regard for the world around them. But then again, maybe yesterday I was like them. Maybe I was here at the bus stop, or at the store, or at work ignoring someone else's life, someone else's pain.