...The bus stop...


This morning, on the way home, I started chatting with the old lady who was sitting next to me waiting for the bus.

'Come again?!', she repeated.

Several minutes later, as our conversation was ready to come to dead end, I yelled to everyone who was at the bus stop in a very cyclothymic way :

'I wish I could speak!'

and again:

'I wish I could speak!'

Then I apologised for my funny English accent. It was a very personal thing.

Needless to say, everybody looked at me like I was mad! Except of the poor old woman who was looking... rather sad and lost in her own thoughts. She coughed a couple of times to clear her throat, then turned to me and said:

'I know how you feel, my dear. It's fine. I just really wish that I could hear!'.



Text and photography by M. Bealby. All rights reserved. Title of today's picture: Causeway House, Lichfield UK.