The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
“Take your life back!” she screamed from window vent adjacent to her seat on the bus. I put my hand up to wave her off but she had already gone back to her seat. I watched the Greyhound turn out of the lot and onto Lime Street. I thought about waiting until it disappeared from view before leaving but really what was the point. She was gone, the baby was gone, my self respect was gone.
The fourteen year Dodge chi-chugged to a start and I let it idle while I stared out the rearview mirror until my vision blurred into images from three days ago when…