Ron RichardsonBus Ride
On board, he took a window seat near the rear. He pushed his white hat forward on his head, leaned back, and closed his eyes, hoping to catch some shut-eye. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” It was an old lady. “No, ma’am.” “I believe I’ll sit here, then.” She stowed her packages under the seat. “Nice day, isn’t it?” she asked. “Yes, ma’am.” “I have a grandson in the Navy. His name’s Billy.” “That’s nice.” “You might know him.” Pause. “Does he smoke Lucky Strikes?” Zeke asked. “Why yes, I think he does.” “I may have met him aboard ship a couple years ago.” Satisfied, the old lady smiled. Zeke closed his eyes. Tell us what you think about this story on the Flash Forum! Tip the AuthorIf you liked this, tip the author! We split donations, with 60% going to the author and 40% to us to keep the flashes coming. (For Classic Flashes, it all goes to support Flash Fiction Online.) Payments are through PayPal, and you can use a credit card or your PayPal account. CopyrightCopyright (c) 2008, Ron Richardson. All Rights Reserved. About the AuthorRon Richardson![]() Born and raised in North Texas, Ron is a Navy veteran of the early 50’s. He graduated from college when he was 35 and later retired as an air traffic controller. Married to Lois for 50 years, they have three children, five grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren. Soon after retirement he began to write as a hobby. Over the years, Ron completed several college-level creative writing courses and is currently active in two fiction writer groups. He is a member of Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. and has been published by litbits.ca, ESC! Magazine, and Powder Burn Flash. He also received an honorable mention in flash fiction from Byline Magazine. |



