Paul handed his money over, took a ticket and stumbled down the bus searching out a seat as he went. Spotting one he sat down with a thump. Paul began to take his ipod out of his bag and unravel the earphones.
‘You having a good day dear.’
With a sigh to himself he shoved his ipod back in his bag knowing it would be a long journey. ‘Yes thanks.’
‘You remind me of my Frank. Sweet man.’
‘Yes.’ She gazed out of the window a moment then looked back at Paul. ‘Your eyes.’
‘You have the same eyes. The type of eyes that are young and yet full of wisdom.’
‘Thanks.’ Paul blushed. ‘So what has your day been like?’
‘Can’t complain. I have the air in my lungs and I have had a great love, so, so I can’t complain.’
Paul smiled at this sweet old woman.
‘Mind getting the button love?’
Paul pushed the button, slipped out his seat and watched her head down the bus.
‘Bye son.’ She waved without turning round.
‘Bye.’ Paul returned to his seat. She said, had. She said had a great love. Just then he noticed she was wearing all black.