Last Bus

Chapter 3

03:15

It got properly cold around three. The kind of cold that gets bored of your coat. We had stopped talking for a bit, not a bad stop, just a rest, and then she said the thing she was coming back from was her dad. He'd been moved into a home that day. She said it flat, looking at the road. I didnt say sorry because sorry is a small coin. I said tell me one good thing about him. And she did. She talked for ages.

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