travel

Waiting for the bus as a flustered 20-something paces the platform. He frowns deeply, and stares at the paperwork in his hand. The sheet is closely gripped, fingers folded tightly around a highlighted map.

Eventually he stops pacing, and asks hesitantly “Excuse me… Does… Does this bus stop at Greenslopes Hospital?

It stops at the mall, but not at the hospital“.

He pauses, “I don’t know where that is.

Google provides more information, and his face brightens. The bus to the mall is the closest route to the hospital, albeit a rainy kilometre away.

Evidently that is near enough.¶

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As half of the team behind 101projects101days.com, I am a serial starter of things, beginner of projects. I work in bits and in bytes, in words and paragraphs; I work in wood, metal, and paper, in fabric and in leather; I work in fits and in starts. Most of all I work intermittently and inconsistently.

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