This is a special for Rochelle and all of those bloggers who make participating in Friday Fictioneers such a delight. If you haven’t met Rochelle yet, go visit – find her here.
We spent all night in the bus station queue; this was something we weren’t going to miss; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Two blocks away the coaches were fuelling up, heavily tattooed drivers filling their flasks with sugar-free organic latte, checking their humus and cucumber sandwiches. No way were they going to be late, to let us down.
None of us slept. The excitement was palpable. We spoke softly to each other, kindnesses emerged.
A stray group passed by, “This for the Rolling Stones free concert?”
“Nah,” we said, “It’s for Queen Rochelle’s third anniversary. And serial writers not allowed.”