jaylar
Lily moved through the parking lot. Cars passed her containing co workers. None beeped or waved or looked at her. No one stopped to offer her a lift.
They knew her, yet, passed without a glance.
So she walked to her flat.
Where the others shared space so that two or three would live at one address, she had rented a studio on her own. Since leaving her parent’s house she had always been on her own.
Lily walked to the bus stop, seeing nothing coming, she continued to the next.
When she was a block away from the next stop, a bus zoomed by, let off a passenger for about thirty seconds and was off.
She would walk home, it wasn’t far. She told herself she could use the exercise.
