Scene 8: World by Aisling Doonan

Scene 8: World Aisling Doonan

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Grace sat holding her paper cup and clutching her satchel to her lap for several moments once the bus driver had walked away. She could see him make his last few checks around the perimeter of the bus before hauling himself in through the door by the handle, his arm tensing like Popeye’s as it bore the weight of him.