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Written for Gregg’s Blogg.

Sarah’s route never changed.

She adjusted her collar, the bright ascent of lights drowning out the tears tumbling down her inflamed cheeks. Her ears filled with a deafening pulse, she pushed forward to the bus stop.

No chance to settle on the flimsy seat; With a gentle hum, it announced its arrival. As she stepped inside, the warmth of the interior wrapped her in an unfamiliar hug. She dug her hands deep in her purse to find an assortment of coins; one’s, two’s and five’s. That would be just enough to get her a few streets away.

A ten-minute walk tops.

‘East Brook Street.’

Not looking at the driver, she dropped them like they were made of hot coals.

The bus driver muttered, as he counted out the last of her change.

She found a comfortable spot at the front and pulled out her book, hidden in her spacious handbag. Half an hour of the perfect romance. Love bloomed like a garden of scarlet petals, their beauty not overwhelmed by unnoticed thorns.

Love, life, and she could hope for change.