Flash Fiction: Bus ride
A man realizes that he has met his soulmate and runs to her before she leaves
"I don't care who said what, but this girl is not a bus ride. She's a home."
A red light stops him.
"And I'm going to stay with her."
He takes his phone and calls her, but her phone is unavailable. He tosses it onto the passenger seat as the light turns green, and makes a right turn.
Just as he turns, he spots a familiar face in a bus going the opposite way.
"What the? Katy? What is she doing?"
He remembers the weird conversation they had the last night and finally understands why she was saying the things she was saying. Angry, desperate and hurt, he makes a u-turn and follows the bus, all one hundred plus miles.
"Jack, what are you doing here?"
"You've just got off a bus and you're asking me?"
"I can't be your pastime anymore Jack. I want something serious."
"You're not my pastime... You're not a bus ride... You are my home."
Katy runs to him and the two hug and kiss.
"Come," Jack says, "let's go back home; to my second home."