Therapy Bits

This story is totally made up. But I wish it was true!

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The bus rattled like an old tambourine as it lurched toward the Royal Albert Hall, every window trembling with the excitement packed inside. Someone in the back was already singing—off-key, enthusiastic, fearless.

I clutched my ticket the way people in romance novels clutch love letters, afraid it might evaporate if I loosened my fingers. An Adele concert. I’d tried to play it cool all day, but my heart had been drumming a four-beat anthem since sunrise.

The driver—an elderly man with a neon-green tie—kept glancing in the mirror. “You lot going to church or something?” he asked, eyebrow arched.

“In a way,” someone said. Laughter followed, soft and knowing.

When we turned a corner and the Hall came into view—its domed crown glowing like a lantern—the whole bus fell silent. The kind of hush that descends before truth arrives.

The bus groaned to a stop. We spilled out, a small chorus of hearts tuned to the same frequency.

Inside, Adele would sing. Outside, for just a moment longer, we breathed in the promise of it.

Written for simply six minutes, hosted by Christine.

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