With both eyes squinted, he shadows them from the hot sun with his hand to see how much further his journey will be. Almost there, taking a few more steps, then stops to take a drink of his now warm, water, splashing the remainder over his head and chest, feeling little relief due to the hot breezeless day. Continuing on to his ever so close destination, oddly, there’s a breeze, cool against his damp skin, he stops to embrace it. Looking on as the breeze flows by, only to find that it was the bus that he wanted to catch.
The Journey: Flash in the Pan (100 Words)