Shuttle Driver (117 Words)
It had been twelve years since she had stood at that shuttle stop. But there he was, that same driver she remembered from when she was a kid. She smiled without thinking but she was smiling at a memory. He saw hundreds of passengers every day, hundreds of new faces each week. He didn’t remember her.
Gracie looked out the window. The twin moons were shining in the pale, soft lime-hued sky. It all seemed so familiar—too family. But it didn’t feel like home.
It was her stop. She got up with half a dozen other passengers. As she was getting off, she heard the driver say,
“It’s good to see you, Gracie. Welcome back, girl.”