Plot idea. Woman gets onto bus

A story I wrote a few years ago and just found on my old computer

I stopped outside my old apartment, wondering if it was still empty, still for sale.

"Well," she said, giggling, twirling a strand of hair on her finger as she talked to the tall man in front of her, "you could always come back to my place."

There's this little, black cat that comes into my garden. She plays with the wild flowers, tiny violet petals on long stems, primordial wands of green. Delicately, she paws them and runs her

Jake was enthusiastic when I showed up with Dominic trailing behind me.

This is in memory of a dear friend of mine and his son, to try and show how I really feel. As I laughed the day away at school Barely noticing the twinge I felt Certain everything would be ok