myhue
As was her habit, she bit her nails while riding the bus. Today she didn't know where she was riding to. It had been a spontaneous decision in a usually unspontaneous mood. While chewing her nails, she contemplated the journey she was embarking on.
The day seemed to stretch long and lazily before him. Without some kind of reader, a quality book or magazine, Harry thought the time would seem unbearable. He quickly packed his rucksack with three good books and headed out to the beach.
How many times had she been on stage? The thoughts reassured her that she had made the right decision to give up her all but illustrious career. "There's no stage without a soul," her teacher always said.