Friday, April 18, 2014
100 Words a Day 589
It was the first warm day since the previous autumn and the people were out in droves. The buses were packed with people wearing the shortest shorts they owned and tops that cried spring with all the desperation they could muster. Lily found herself stuffed between two middle aged men and regretting her decision. Every time the bus hit a pothole, the jolt cast her into one of them. She cringed at the feeling of their fatty, wizened flesh rubbing, however incidentally, against her own. Eventually, the bus deposited her at the beach where the it was colder than expected.