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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Aging / Maturity
- Published: 02/01/2025
A glimpse of the past
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The 1951 yellow school bus rolled by on the gravel road in front of his house. Incredible impossible couldn’t be happening. He watched himself as a child in first grade stare out the fifth window of that bus. Did the boy understand what was happening? Somehow, someway, they were seeing each other. An old man of 80 and a young child of 6. How could this happen? He raised the cane and waved.
The driver, a man named Jolly, glanced at him. What did he see? Just an elderly man leaning on a cane. Or did he know he carried this man as a child decades ago? Jolly raised his hand, waving as he would to another farmer. The little boy smiled, his thick glasses twinkling in the afternoon sun. The boy raised his hand and waved at what he would become. The elderly man watched the school bus cross the creek by the old iron bridge. The bus disappeared. As did the bridge to be replaced with one from just a few years ago?
Just a memory. Or was it real? Did their worlds touch for just an instance? Did he see himself as a 6-year-old child with the world opening up to him? Or was this just a glimpse of the past?
A glimpse of the past(Darrell Case)
The 1951 yellow school bus rolled by on the gravel road in front of his house. Incredible impossible couldn’t be happening. He watched himself as a child in first grade stare out the fifth window of that bus. Did the boy understand what was happening? Somehow, someway, they were seeing each other. An old man of 80 and a young child of 6. How could this happen? He raised the cane and waved.
The driver, a man named Jolly, glanced at him. What did he see? Just an elderly man leaning on a cane. Or did he know he carried this man as a child decades ago? Jolly raised his hand, waving as he would to another farmer. The little boy smiled, his thick glasses twinkling in the afternoon sun. The boy raised his hand and waved at what he would become. The elderly man watched the school bus cross the creek by the old iron bridge. The bus disappeared. As did the bridge to be replaced with one from just a few years ago?
Just a memory. Or was it real? Did their worlds touch for just an instance? Did he see himself as a 6-year-old child with the world opening up to him? Or was this just a glimpse of the past?
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Denise Arnault
02/03/2025That would be interesting to experience. I like that you put into words all the things that I was wondering. Good job!
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Kevin Hughes
02/02/2025Hey Darrell,
That was just a glimpse. I wrote a couple of stories about my old school bus stop (once I left the big city and lived out in the country/suburb). And, like you, I wonder what that little red headed kid would think of the Life he had in front of him. I can tell you, looking back, that he would have been stunned by seemingly simple things like I learned to drive - got my own apartment and went to college.
I used to think I would go back and tell him where he could have done better and maybe had a different life, but now, nope. He did good.
Smiles, Kevin
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