Tag Archives: bus

12th November 2013 – hand

He stretches it up from the pushchair; tiny and perfect with bright pink fingertips. Fingers splayed, he reaches for Mummy. She enfolds his in her own. Safety, warmth and comfort on a crowded bus.

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14th May 2013 – hand

A tiny baby’s hand curls itself around the handle-post on the bus. The pink little fingers, brand new and tipped with their perfect little nails, stand out against the plastic, orange garishness of the post.  Both man-made, yet one so … Continue reading

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21st February 2013 – old lady

She sits on the bench next to me, in a bright orange coat with a purple hat. I catch her eye and she smiles at me. We talk a little about buses and weather, but it’s the smile that warms … Continue reading

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