I Missed the Bus by Lynn Beighley

I missed sitting in the comfortable seat, hearing Julie, our guide,
tell us interesting things about Wales, or London, or Edinburgh. I
missed singing along to silly songs as we were chauffeured about the
English countryside. I missed being with a group of people who 14 days
before were strangers. I missed having companions, people who didn’t
mind my age, because they were my age, who didn’t mind Irv’s lousy
jokes, because everyone on the bus made the same lousy jokes. I missed
the way Irv lit up when we were eating dinner with everyone else and
teased those among us who refused to try things like blood pudding and
haggis. I missed the way Irv woke up and immediately wanted to talk
about the day ahead, the things we’d be seeing. I missed seeing things
I’ll never have a chance to see again with Irv. I missed the bus
today. I miss Irv.

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8 responses to “I Missed the Bus by Lynn Beighley

  1. Nice way to build up through the setting, the people, the routines, to the reality of missing Irv.

  2. I think this was a lovely way to tell the story. The last sentence wasn’t even needed. Nicely done.

  3. What a sweet and sad piece. I miss Irv now too.

  4. How haunting this piece is, and I loved it. Made me miss Irv also.

  5. Al McDermid

    A beautiful story and great take on ‘missed’ the bus.

  6. Yes, a great take on ‘missed the bus’.

  7. Her sadness at missing Irv… just lovely. Peace…

  8. Pingback: Week #31 – Missed the bus | 52|250 A Year of Flash

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