Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
A boy and his little brother–each armed with a sack of groceries–board the bus and rush to pile onto a single vacant seat. The younger boy’s brown eyes flash as he wriggles to fit between the window and his slightly older, seemingly wiser, clearly more serious sibling. A woman on the aisle seat beside them, wearing a leopard print coat and a black hat with flowers, stares dead ahead and refuses to yield an inch to the children.
People rest in their thoughts–or at least in faraway stares–until their stop, until they can continue their worries in a less confined area. A similarly distracted woman across from the boys rises for her stop. She carefully guides herself past the collection of feet, dogs, and bags of produce that line her exit.
In a move of instinct, the smaller brother bolts to the open space and makes a show of the luxuriousness of his new location. He climbs up and pats the seat cushion on either side of his tiny legs, he kicks out the feet that no longer touch the floor, he stretches his arms wide–with a wingspan so narrow that he could barely touch either the window on his right or the annoyed passenger on his left. The older brother breaks his own grown-up gaze to offer an approving nod, making himself more comfortable as well. The small brother smiles in the direction of the window, through he can barely see out, and hugs the sack of bread to his chest in satisfaction.