The night bus

The night busdropped me off herenearly seventy years ago,I watched it go, it’s warmth,the smell of dieseland it’s golden windowsdisappearing into the night. It wasn’t long beforethe dawn came and I couldsee where I was, but ittook me much longerto work out why I was here.I’m not complaining,by and large  I haverisen to the challenge,it wasn’t always easybutContinue reading “The night bus”