Prompt ….
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The uptown bus-stops are so isolated after 8.00 pm. Tamy (short for Tanmai) was cursing himself for being there waiting for the bus to his western-suburb home.
She walked in.
They stood separately – awkwardly rejecting the human bond for some time and then got talking. Like him she was returning from a service call and was going home located in the eastern part of the city. Her name was Damy short for Damini.
After an hour’s wait she decided to walk home as there was flash strike of taxi-drivers.
He decided to wait for the bus and thought ‘ships that pass in the night’.
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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.
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Dear Yarnspinnerr,
How many relationships pass each other in the night? Nicely done.
Salaam,
Rochelle
This was a lovely prompt. There is a complete novel; even a theses on what goes on at bus stops once the sun sets.
Thank you and Shalom.
THought there was going to be more of a connection between them?
Somehow that wrote itself 🙂
Thank You.
Like Mister Bernstein in the movie Citizen Kane where he says he saw a very pretty girl with a pink parasol only once at the train station. A day never went by for years that he didn’t stop to think about her. Such are the stories in The Naked City. Nice work.
Thank you.
Happy 2017 🙂
Nice one. They were fated not to meet as the poem goes ‘east is east and west is west…’ 😉
SO true. Thank you.
I hope that they meet again,
🙂 who knows what is planned for them.
Thank you.
Aw….I wish they could have connected more! Nice story!
Thank you.
wasted opportunities…
🙂
Thanks for the read.
Ships passing in the night. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time they meet. I hope it’s not! Sweet story. Happy New Year!
I hope they do. Thank you.
Happy 2017.