The smell of wet shoes lingers in the confined air of the bus, but the young boy doesn’t notice. Sitting by the window, he waves at the children walking passed. But they are too involved in their own games to notice. They don’t wave back.
The man waiting for the bus is too involved in getting on. He doesn’t wave back.
The teenager on the bench is too involved stuffing crisps and pop into his gob. He doesn’t wave back.
But then a lady walking passed, sees the young boy waving. Frowning, she lifts her gloved hand and smiling, she waves back.