Today’s writers group was a mixed bag. We had a beautiful story where the ornaments on a Christmas tree discuss the best ways not to get broken, with a particularly bitter red glass bauble (the last of a set of 6), a piece of flash fiction about farts (my effort) and the start of a musical about Dragon Bill a highway man from Cromwell’s time, amongst others. So a busy session.
The homework came from a writing competition I came across last year (deadline sadly past now): Write about your favourite
Bus Route. It
could be long, short, rural, uban but what makes it your favourite?
If you don’t use a bus what would make a bus route your favourite, or use a different type of public transport.