Nice Weather

by Lucy Kay

Gill was perfectly content on his lonely bench… until someone sat beside him. Waiting for the bus can feel like an eternity, come rain, sleet, or snow, but the weather is always nice when you're with someone you love. My first drabble series! 50/50 Complete! Thank you!

2. Stubborn

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There were two other benches closer to the bus stop – he just couldn't understand it. Why sit here?

Gill didn't like his job. He made his money, and he did his time, and he valued the precious little of his daily routine he had away from the office. He did what he had to do to get by. And so, he felt he was entitled to some form of compensation, and he really wasn't asking for much. He chose the bench furthest from the busy bus stop, all of the way at the other end of the street in a shady alcove of a skyscraper. After a long day, all Gill wanted was to sit here on his bench, forget the tedium of his day, and board Bus 59 for home. That's all he wanted.

Who did she think she was? Gill was polite enough to habitually sit on the far left and not hog the whole bench, but perhaps that was also because he liked having an arm rest. There was plenty of room, sure, and he didn't own the bench; he couldn't kick her off. And yet—!

Maybe if he glared hard enough, she wouldn't show up again.