THE FEMININE VIEWPOINT

by and about women

the

daystar

by Toni Dabney

The bus was crowded as usual with the same eight o'clock in the morning faces. Bleary, swollen-eyed and bad tempered-reading newspapers with half-closed lids or staring glumly out of the bus windows at near bare streets. The same anemic faces I'd seen all my life, I thought. The faces might change, but their outlook on life never varied an inch. They carried their sorry dispositions with them everywhere, every day. No wonder my days always start off so miserably, I consoled myself . . . This is enough to dampen anyone's spirits. TO HELL WITH IT!

"Everyone to the back of the coach, please. Move to the rear," the bus driver called out. Since I was still standing. I crept sideways as far as possible, shifting my purse to my left hand and grasping the hand rail tightly.

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