16 April 2012
The bus was late; he looked impatiently at his wristwatch and then down the street, hoping to see the chunky vehicle approaching. Turning to his left he noticed a woman crossing the road. Her auburn hair fell effortlessly around her shoulders as she walked sylph-like; a paradigm of elegance and beauty. Her maxi dress hugged her curves in all the right places and for a minute He couldn't care less about the bus' imminent arrival. She made it to the other side of the road and disappeared around a corner. Just as quick as he'd fallen in love with this goddess she'd left his life; a spectre of bad luck. Wrong time, right place! The bus was still late!
Bus Stop Lovin' • Opuss № I