Wet Bus Stop
Jayne didn’t mind rain in the least – in fact she quite enjoyed it – but she would have preferred to be at home looking out at it or at least closer to home than in the west end of town waiting at a bus stop.At least there were shelters of a sort these days.As long as it came straight down she should stay dry enough.“Meet me at 7.00 for a drink” he had said. She had been there.Where was he.She felt foolish now for waiting an hour and as she watched the singles and couples moving from shop to...