All tales from Route 375
Wonderful, white, straight teeth
Riding the bus into work at 7 am from the Eastern suburbs, I sat down in a seat and the man sitting next to me says “good morning!” I respond back, little did I know, that was opening the doors to a half an hour bus ride of awkward conversation. The man, who is about […]
Thump Thump, Flutter Flutter
Thump, thump, thump …… THUMP, ……. THUMP, THUMP.
Flutter, flutter, flutter.
