He smiled, basking in the glow of The highlight of his day. For him, The Sun rose at quarter past seven This evening. She was oblivious, frowning to herself For missing the early bus home. Perhaps she would be smiling if She had caught his bus instead.
05/25/2011
Posted on 09/18/2011Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
I love the open book of that last stanza. A good write.
Ooh - I so want more of the 'story' :)
Wonderful, Richard.
Nice!!! (-: MFS