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Author: Curtis Bennett
imagine this is the end of the road for us,” she replied, looking at me with a solemn gaze.
“Yes, it is. But I really enjoyed your company Diana,” I told her as we traded stares and smiles.
“And I have had the most wonderful time with you Sheldon, especially when you consider how my day began on a sour note.”
“You know, I meant to ask you how long were you walking before I came upon you.”
“Off the top of my head, about twenty or thirty minutes, I believe.”
“Man, that’s a long time,” I sighed. “And on top of that, carrying a ton of luggage.”
“Hey, you’ll be surprised at what you can do when you get desperate,” she came back. “But I am glad you were kind enough to stop for me. And thank you for being such a gentleman.”
“You mean to tell me that for as long as you were walking no one offered to give you a ride?”
“Oh, I had a few offers but I got bad vibes about them. So I turned them down and continued to walk. Then you came along.”
“Well, I am glad that I could be of some assistance to you.”
“And you were,” she said, touching her hand to my hand. “I really appreciate everything. I’ll remember our time together and for a long time to come.”
“Yeah, me too,” I murmured feeling a touch of sadness. “Well, we had better get your things unloaded and you into the station before you miss your bus.”
“You’re probably right.”
Stepping out of the Navigator, I collected her luggage and put them together, then secured the SUV. Together we entered what just happened to be the most nationally recognized bus terminal in the United States and long before I was born.
After waiting our turn in line at the crowded ticket counter, Diana discovered that she had been given the wrong departure information. Cellphone interference perhaps. The bus she thought was scheduled to leave at 4:30PM actually left at 3:30PM. The next bus scheduled to depart on that route was 9:55PM that night, almost five and a half hours later.
After some hesitation, and disbelief, she purchased the ticket and checked in her baggage. She was not a happy camper. Sensing she needed someone to talk to, I hung around for a few minutes before announcing that I ought to be getting back on the road. Though she had grown quiet, she was kind enough to escort me outside of the terminal where we talked, though briefly.
Dressed in a form fitting skirt and blouse that revealed ample cleavage, Diana looked stunning. And it did not escape my attention that a few unkempt loners were eyeballing her in passing. Some stood near the entrance like vultures perched above a potential prey, ready to pounce on a moment’s notice. I honestly felt bad about leaving her in this murky situation but I had a potential overnight visit with a family member lined up and a long drive ahead of me.
“Well, you have a nice visit and safe trip up to Philadelphia,” she said as she rose up on her toes and planted an appreciative kiss on my cheek.
“I will, and the same with you,” I said, concluding our journey together. “Listen, let me write down my cellphone number just in case you need someone to talk to during your ride.”
“I would like that very much,” she said looking into her purse for a pen and piece of paper. In the meantime I continued to survey the area. Once she recorded my number, we hugged for the first and the last time, then parted ways. Life, we make friends and sometimes we have little choice but to leave them.
Chapter 3
S everal miles later, I steered the Navigator back onto I-95 and away from the downtown skyline and headed north. My next exit would be Dunn Avenue, just twelve miles away. My aunt and uncle lived just a block or two from the exit. It had been over a year since I last visited with them. Though traffic was heavy I forged on.
As I drove, I couldn’t help but think about Diana sitting around at that crummy bus terminal with all sorts of derelicts, perverts, hustlers ,
“Yes, it is. But I really enjoyed your company Diana,” I told her as we traded stares and smiles.
“And I have had the most wonderful time with you Sheldon, especially when you consider how my day began on a sour note.”
“You know, I meant to ask you how long were you walking before I came upon you.”
“Off the top of my head, about twenty or thirty minutes, I believe.”
“Man, that’s a long time,” I sighed. “And on top of that, carrying a ton of luggage.”
“Hey, you’ll be surprised at what you can do when you get desperate,” she came back. “But I am glad you were kind enough to stop for me. And thank you for being such a gentleman.”
“You mean to tell me that for as long as you were walking no one offered to give you a ride?”
“Oh, I had a few offers but I got bad vibes about them. So I turned them down and continued to walk. Then you came along.”
“Well, I am glad that I could be of some assistance to you.”
“And you were,” she said, touching her hand to my hand. “I really appreciate everything. I’ll remember our time together and for a long time to come.”
“Yeah, me too,” I murmured feeling a touch of sadness. “Well, we had better get your things unloaded and you into the station before you miss your bus.”
“You’re probably right.”
Stepping out of the Navigator, I collected her luggage and put them together, then secured the SUV. Together we entered what just happened to be the most nationally recognized bus terminal in the United States and long before I was born.
After waiting our turn in line at the crowded ticket counter, Diana discovered that she had been given the wrong departure information. Cellphone interference perhaps. The bus she thought was scheduled to leave at 4:30PM actually left at 3:30PM. The next bus scheduled to depart on that route was 9:55PM that night, almost five and a half hours later.
After some hesitation, and disbelief, she purchased the ticket and checked in her baggage. She was not a happy camper. Sensing she needed someone to talk to, I hung around for a few minutes before announcing that I ought to be getting back on the road. Though she had grown quiet, she was kind enough to escort me outside of the terminal where we talked, though briefly.
Dressed in a form fitting skirt and blouse that revealed ample cleavage, Diana looked stunning. And it did not escape my attention that a few unkempt loners were eyeballing her in passing. Some stood near the entrance like vultures perched above a potential prey, ready to pounce on a moment’s notice. I honestly felt bad about leaving her in this murky situation but I had a potential overnight visit with a family member lined up and a long drive ahead of me.
“Well, you have a nice visit and safe trip up to Philadelphia,” she said as she rose up on her toes and planted an appreciative kiss on my cheek.
“I will, and the same with you,” I said, concluding our journey together. “Listen, let me write down my cellphone number just in case you need someone to talk to during your ride.”
“I would like that very much,” she said looking into her purse for a pen and piece of paper. In the meantime I continued to survey the area. Once she recorded my number, we hugged for the first and the last time, then parted ways. Life, we make friends and sometimes we have little choice but to leave them.
Chapter 3
S everal miles later, I steered the Navigator back onto I-95 and away from the downtown skyline and headed north. My next exit would be Dunn Avenue, just twelve miles away. My aunt and uncle lived just a block or two from the exit. It had been over a year since I last visited with them. Though traffic was heavy I forged on.
As I drove, I couldn’t help but think about Diana sitting around at that crummy bus terminal with all sorts of derelicts, perverts, hustlers ,
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