Alison Williams

Slow Bus

I feel the cold more now, she says, as she sits down. This morning in the garden, even in the sun, the wind felt chilly. Well, those pills I'm on don't help. She looks around. You see that man just there? I've known him now for thirty years. It's sad to see him getting older. We sit a while and then, I'm sad for myself sometimes she says, and smiles. Getting up to go she wishes me a good day.

bright morning
catching
the slow bus