Being Bold
Another story with a change of perspective, hope it works and you like it. It was early Friday morning, the day dark and overcast. I’d made the journey to town early, hoping to beat the crowds, but the weather was keeping most people at home. There was an autumnal chill to the air. I got to the bank as soon as it opened, and was out within 10 minutes. I decided to head to the department store for a coffee and pastry before heading home. A bus trundled up the road, and I waited patiently for...