Of Journeys
It was a journey Jody Summers made every day. The bus took twenty minutes to reach the centre of town from Kings-Marston where she lived; it was a trip she made five times a week to the office where she worked as a manager. She never saw the point of taking the car, as the building didn't have a car park, the nearest one was quite a distance away and by the time she'd walked all the way to the office it took considerably longer than it would have done by using the bus. She looked out of the...