Daily Writing Blurb
"I'm telling you, there is no bus coming," said Freya. She leaned back on the low wall where they sat. Tish glanced at her and adjusted the bandana over her mouth. After a moment, she gestured toward the still standing bus sign.
"It says every half hour on Saturdays," Tish repeated for the third time in the past hour.
"Tish, there is no bus. We should move on," Freya said and, with a sigh, hopped down off the wall.
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