Keywords: flash fiction , Writer’s Life , coach journeys , daydreaming , imagination , inner monologue , journeys , monologue , motorway , motorway services
I look out of the window, wondering what it would be like to live an ordinary life. As the coach leaves the town I catch tantalising glimpses of other people’s lives, hanging out the washing, hoisting up the sheets to flap like sails. A young woman pushes her baby buggy purposefully, several Sainsbury’s bags hanging from the handle. Presumably she has a home to go to and an identity, she is a mother.
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