Night Bus to Loxton
She waited for him in a café, but he never came... *A two-minute romance
He knew, of course, she wouldn’t still be there after all this time, but the café in Loxton was his only connection to her. There was nowhere else to look.
They’d planned to meet in the café - a first date. But then there was the accident in the cross walk and he never got there. A broken ankle. They hadn’t even exchanged numbers, there was no way to let her know what had happened, and now so many days had gone by.
But he had been dazzled by her, couldn’t stop thinking of her. So on this damp evening, he trusted fate. He took the bus to Loxton, got off at the High Street and hobbled slowly down the slippery sidewalk in the fog.
And there she was, sitting in the window of the café. She raised her head and saw him limping across the street. He looked in at her for a minute, shaking his head, then he shambled through the door, leaning heavily on his cane.
“You’re here,” he said. ‘You waited for me.”
“Not so long — only six days.”
“There was an accident. I didn’t know how to reach you.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re here now,” she said.
“How long would you have waited?”
“Until you came.”
Some wait.
Believe a date.
Sometimes late.
Someone’s fate.
Meant to be.
Romance tale
Rest is destiny.
.. likin this a ton.. & havin a hard time fingerin why !
& equally hard time figgering Why Not !
(you gots sum explainin to do ! 🦎🏴☠️ eh !