At seventy-six, I rode a bus to try and see my first love after fifty years, yet fate stepped in before I could meet her. P4

Nothing but silence for a handful of seconds.

A gentle, unknown woman’s voice spoke up:

"Are you Mr. Harrison?"

"Yes."

She hesitated, breath shaky.

"Please tell me you haven't arrived yet."

I stood abruptly, my suitcase fell loudly.

The bus driver glanced over.

My heart stumbled.

"WHAT HAPPENED?"

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