She sat at the bus stop, as buses passed by. She was sitting there as there was construction was going on around her. The bus stop was near a field, buses coming and going every hour. It was a deserted area, cars passing infrequently, a little commercial area. The next town was an hour away.

As the sun was coming up, she waited, excitedly, hoping he would come today.

She waited and waited. She looked at her watch, slowly the time passed, the second hand ticking away, moving slowly in a circle.

Cars were stopping and letting off their loved ones, hugging, saying their goodbyes.

She observed all of the families, wondering how they were related, where were they going on their trip, were they going to see a loved one when they arrived? Would someone be there to pick them up?

The con...

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