I wrote this originally at the beginning of August, when I was having a hard time with inspiration. I couldn't find anything worth writing about in my head and I almost stopped.
The bus pulled up to the station, and they got on. It was ten minutes to their stop. They were silent the whole time.
The novella. The classic story that’s not quite long enough to be a full novel, but not quite short enough to be a short story. The middle child of literary works.