Well, after a night of next to no sleep, I wasn’t sure what I would be able to give you guys, but I think this may be a favorite one yet. It plays with typical stereotypes, but I hope you find it enjoyable all the same.
Today’s Prompt: Your character meets somebody new on the bus. His or her opinion about the person is changed by the end of the bus trip. How did this change occur?
Tattoos and Knitting
Traveling across the country isn’t so bad, unless of course you are stuck on a bus. And as if to add insult to injury this trip, there is this big musclebound man, all coated in tattoos and leather. He of course sits in the seat across from me and my knitting. I mean, sure I am not what people would expect, but there is no way that man is anything but a rough around the edges brute.
We are four stops in, and already the aching has settled deep in my bones. Getting up slowly to go in and grab a bite to eat, I wonder what I can actually get from fast food. I mean honestly, who eats that garbage. Nothing that even resembles food comes out of those places. I suppose some chicken nuggets will have to do it for me.
As the time comes to climb back into the bus, I look in dismay at the stairs and now I am wondering if I should have gotten off the bus to begin with, how in the world am I going to get back on the bus? When an angel arrives out of now where.
“Excuse me, ma’am. I can’t help but notice that you seem to be struggling, can I help you.” I turn my head and look up, and up and up at the man standing next to me. The last person I ever expected was standing there, burly tattoo and leather guy.
“You… want to help me?” I ask, a little shocked.
“Of course! You remind me of my gran. She had a heart of gold, knitting hats and scarves and my favorite, mittens and socks, for everyone she came across.” came his gruff reply.
“Well, I would appreciate some help, these old bones don’t move as well as they used to after they have been sitting for so long.” I answer, and before I can even blink he has picked me up and set me in the bus. “Oh my.” I manage to stumble out.
He laughs a deep and hearty laugh that makes me smile. As we find our ways back to our seats and the bus takes off once more, he casually leans down to his bag and pulls out a ball of yarn and knitting needles. Turning to me he says, “that gran of mine, she also made sure we knew how to provide for ourselves and others. She taught me to knit and I have always been more than thankful. I knit bears and blankets for children who have cancer. My gran, she passed and that is where I am heading. Pay my respects. Thank you for reminding me of the woman who raised me.”
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