The challenge: create a post about travelers.
She had to take a bus to the bus terminal and then another bus to get where she needed to go. She didn't like taking buses as she was afraid she would fall asleep and not get off at the right stop. Her car needed a repair she could not afford and while she tried to save up the money to fix it, she had to depend on buses.
It didn't take long to find an empty bench to sit on. The air was stale and some of the men who sat there were smoking cigars. Many were sitting reading newspapers. There were more men then women in the room. The room showed its age but it had marvelous woodwork that she admired.
She watched the large clock on the wall. Time seemed to slowly tick by. She was very nervous because she was an alone young woman and she'd not been in the bus station before.
Opposite where she was sitting a slightly older man was watching her. He caught her eye and then started up a conversation. She was wary of strangers but he had the kindest eyes. He was soft spoken and a very gentle person.
He walked over and sat next to her on the bench. He said he was a merchant marine. She mentioned she was a secretary. Time flew by as they chatted. Before she knew it, it was time for her to get on the bus. They had a very pleasant time and he didn't want her to go, but she had to.
“Where can I contact you” he asked.
She gave him her phone number at her job. Since he was a stranger she felt it was safer to have him contact her at work. He promised he would call her.
Not long after she was able to get her car fixed and she never did go to that bus station again.
When he did call he asked her for the address of her work...so she gave it to him. The other secretary, Sandy was excited for her. When he sent her anything Sandy who sorted out the small firms mail would make sure it got to her.
She got postcards from him from around the world. He even sent her a ticket in the Irish Sweepstakes. Like he had said, his life as a merchant marine took him all over the world.
When he did call when he was back in the states, it was at the end of the work day and it was always nice to hear his voice. It brightened her day to hear from him.
Mostly he was soundedhappy to have contact with her and she was always happy to hear his soft voice and the kind words he said to her. He was a good friend and she felt it was nice to know someone cared.
She asked for a divorce from her husband during the time he was living with someone in a different state which was the last two years of their marriage and for 3 years after their divorce.She did not do much dating during the separation because it did not feel right.
She took her husband back after numerous affairs but when he disappeared on her the last time, she knew she would never take him back. She knew her marriage was over.. It hurt her that her husband had moved on yet would not sign the divorce papers legal aid had drawn up. Had she had the money to hire a lawyer, she probably would have gotten her divorce.
It was nice to have the merchant marine in her life. He really cared about her and she wondered if one day it would be more than phone calls and postcards.
Although she told him her name was Heather, he always called her Angel. At one point she did mention to him that she was named after an actress whose name was Heather Angel. He toldher that he called her Angel because she was special and his Angel.
Her life completely fell apart at one point.She no longer worked at that small firm. There was no way to contact him to give him new contact information...and thus their friendship came to an end.
They never went on a date, they never had a future together...
She did get that divorce the next year. Two years after the divorce she married the love of her life. She always remembered the traveler, the kind merchant marine...with great fondness