10/04/2010
04/04/2010
02/04/2010
an old lady at a bus shelter
i was waiting for bus 38.
an old lady sat next me
she smelled like mothballs
in her furry coat
she might haven't been out for long
she had done her hair airily soft in high arch
38 finally came but turned its destination to Not in service
bunch of people got off
disgruntled
a middle-aged woman and middle-aged man sat next to the old lady
grumbling,
raising the voices
they speak to the lady
complain goes on
she doesn't answer
just stays stiff
a guy stands in front of her,
from the shelter
water drops on his shoulder
he never realise
she looks at his shoulder
it gets soaked and soaked
an old lady sat next me
she smelled like mothballs
in her furry coat
she might haven't been out for long
she had done her hair airily soft in high arch
38 finally came but turned its destination to Not in service
bunch of people got off
disgruntled
a middle-aged woman and middle-aged man sat next to the old lady
grumbling,
raising the voices
they speak to the lady
complain goes on
she doesn't answer
just stays stiff
a guy stands in front of her,
from the shelter
water drops on his shoulder
he never realise
she looks at his shoulder
it gets soaked and soaked
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