Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
A mother shuffles away from the school bus stop after her daughter has boarded. She moves like it is exceptionally early in the morning, though the sun is up and busily blinding drivers heading east. Her hair in a haggard ponytail, she pulls the sleeves of her navy sweatshirt over her hands as she moves homeward.
The girl must be one of the first picked up, as the school bus appears otherwise empty. She opens a window on the left side of the bus and extends a pink-coat-sleeved-arm, fluttering it up and down, waving to her mother’s back. In the last moment, before the bus pulls away, the mother turns and sees the unanswered gesture. She awakens. She begins waving back wide, with both arms, like flagging down an airplane, then she blows her dear girl a goodbye kiss. She resumes her exhaustion only when the bus turns the corner.