Scars Of A Broken Bond

The bus was steeped in silence, broken only by the occasional automated voiceover. The sudden trill of a phone caught the middle-aged woman’s attention.

A moment passed before Sabrina registered that the ringing phone was hers.

She pulled it out from her bag, finding Tyrone’s name flashing on the screen.

Her finger hovered over the screen for a few seconds before swiping left.

She refused to answer the call.

Two seconds later, her phone was ringing again. It was Tyrone again.

Sabrina denied the call once more, turning off her phone before stashing it back in her bag.

She did it quickly.

of sight, out of

the bus at the

and called out to Sabrina, still at the rear of the

thought, snapped back to

“Oh, right.”

through

buses at the station. One of them had its doors open,

seat at the back, the same seat she had sat in on the previous

remained motionless as she observed the ebb and