The Unscheduled Walk

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Five Sentence Fiction:  this weeks word prompt is: Clutch.

Running down the street shouting, clutching my suitcase in one hand and my umbrella in the other, I tried to get the bus driver’s attention.  The last passenger descended as I reached the back-end of the vehicle.

Wow, I though, I’ve made it but the bus started rolling forward, my shouts went unheard.

Resigned, I began to walk home, cutting through the countryside.  As I arrived in my village, the bus passed me on its return trip into town.

6 thoughts on “The Unscheduled Walk”

  1. Lovely Georgia.

    Michael why wont the car move?
    Clutches stuffed Georgia.
    But you can fix it?
    Of Course, I’m more than a pretty face you know.
    Oh dear, I’ll ring for a mechanic then.

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