A Story
This story is still a working progress. Read, and let me know what you think. Suggestions are most welcome. The bus stop was just as she remembered it, falling to pieces and empty. Tugging her four-year old Anita in one hand while juggling her luggage in the other, Jillian made her way out of the crowded bus. The bus sped away as soon as she and Anita were safely outside, as if the place would infect the travellers on the bus with some worrisome disease if it stayed long enough. Jillian had no phone and no way to contact anyone to come pick her up at the bus stop. So she began walking to the nearest motel she could find. Not that if she had a phone with her someone would come along if she called them. It had been five years since Jillian was back in Mermaid Creek. She had left it as a heartbroken child promising to never look back as she left. “Mommy, my legs hurt,” said Anita as she wriggled her little hand out of Jillian’s bigger one and stopped in the middle of the road. Jill...