Left Behind

Have they even noticed that I'm still standing here, alone, by the side of the motorway?

My heart has re-started, jerkily, as though it is unsure how it works. I sympathize with it. It takes a while for me to remember how to move my legs, how to walk ...

The Bus has left. Where shall I go now?

Or will they turn around and come back?

Back, for me?

The End

1,115 comments about this exercise Feed