Bitter air nibbles the back of my neck. I pull the worn cloth on my coat closer to my ears and sit down on the splintered bench, next to the quiet, dark-skinned girl. Her name is unknown to me, though we travel this same path daily.
We come from the same dilapidated street and, judging by the rags she wears, we are haunted by similar stories.
The doors of the bus open and warm air thieves the rawness from my cheeks. I nod and she boards first.
She smiles, takes my walking stick, and guides me to the last seat.
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This is my take on the this week’s Yeah Write Prompt taken from The Write Melony’s essay titled The Case.
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Danielle Dayney 
Thank you Danielle. Love your writing style. You motivate me to make another attempt at writing something myself.
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You entice the souls of Poets and Poetess’ when you share your soul and ink forth, when your pen flows’, … and that Danielle’ that is a good thing’ a good quality of a true Poetess, and Author… Encore…
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This piece is just so beautiful. This flowed like a poem. Even in the moments of despair, people genuinely care about one another.
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Thank you, Melony!
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we need more stories like this one, stories of human kindness in times of despair. Well done, Danielle 🙂
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Thank you, Hema! I know, I wanted to write something uplifting this week.
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The two characters’ quiet alliance makes me want to learn more about them. I also liked how you left it open to the reader to decide if the narrator and the woman do this little ritual regularly or if this short paragraph is the first time contact is made.
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Thank you Nate! Yeah I wanted the reader to decide for themselves. I kind of wish the world had more characters like them.
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