W. We Were On The Bus


We were on the bus. You got a nosebleed and it scared me.

I thought you were going to die.

We had to pull over and it took the bus driver 4 minutes before you were okay.

I went home and wrote a story about you, where you got shot in a parking lot and I saved you.

You moved away the next year. I think you own your own company now.

I’m glad you never got shot.

If you ever need saved, I’ve got your back.


This post is part of the flash fiction series, By the Letter.

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