THE MEMORY BUS

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction – March 27th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members just follow the link below, then click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/sunday-photo-fiction-march-27th-2016/

Genre: Romance Fiction

Word Count: 3+200=203 Words

THE MEMORY BUS by P.S. Joshi

Sean Wilson sat comfortably on the top level of one of the last Routemaster buses in London. They only traveled on a couple heritage routes now. It was one of his “remembering” days.

The face of the woman sitting opposite him in the aisle seat had faded away and he now saw his dear Annie. It was on a similar bus they’d first met.

In a voice like silver, she’d said, pulling off her gloves, “I just moved here from Aberdeen.”

Until then, he hadn’t noticed she was wearing gloves. He’d heard of love at sight but hadn’t believed it. She was magic and her golden hair glowed. He couldn’t think of a thing to say.

He must have looked stunned because she laughed. My name’s Annie Macintosh, what’s yours?”

His name, what was his name? “Sean Wilson,” he blurted out. Now she’d think he was stupid.

But she laughed again. “Do you always take this bus, Sean?” Another passenger walked between them.

His brain froze. Did he? Finally, “Yes, yes,” he almost shouted.

“Say, mate, this seat taken?” a deep voice asked.

With a mild shock, Sean came back to the present and his fellow passenger. “No,” he said.