Sudden overflow

It’s past 4 am.

I’m on my way to France.

I’m sitting in the exactly same bus, like I did two years ago, when I was going to England.

I suddenly feel overwhelmed by the memories.

I had my head leaned against the window.

I felt every little shake of the bus.

And from shitty headphones, the Judas Priest’s Nostradamus rocking out.

And I’m getting to relive that memory.

Sweet, ain’t it?

xxx

I spent several hours now writing the short story for the contest I’m going to participate in (If I get to finish the story on time). I have honestly no idea what it’ll turn out to be. Maybe, that’s what I love about writing.