Sanctuary"Everyone has a different cup of tea. No matter what subject, people have different preferences," she thought quietly, her eyes shifting to fellow passengers on the crowded bus.Sanctuary2 years ago in Short Stories
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But one thing was certain, no one liked this. The bustling people, all crashing into one another without so much as a look in the other's direction. The hurried atmosphere of the stressed population, all trying to get to work or an appointment on time. And most of all, the noise. The clangs, crashes, booms, and bangs of various activities, the yelling, and the stray cry from a child who was voicing their opinion on the deafening sounds.
The girl's eyes landed on the small child who was now tugging on his mother's coat, tears in his eyes and one hand over his ear, almost pleading with his parent to make the noise stop.
"I hear ya on this one, kid," the girl again thought to herself, sighing and fishing around in her bag. She bit her lip, her eyes glued to the ceiling until she finally found the item of choice an