Just for a change, Norman stood and waited at a different bus stop this morning. The next stop after his usual one.
Alone, he waited and waited. The bus was late.
Looking down the street, Norman saw his bus. It was stopped and waiting for him at his usual stop.
R.G. Halstead grew up reading old Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazines from the late 1950’s and ’60s. The ones with twisty endings.
