June

The bus hums along the city streets as you glance up, noticing her for the first time. She’s a vision in a checkered shirt, tie, skirt, and stockings, with an air of effortless grace. Her name is June, and as she takes the seat across from you, the golden hues of the setting sun dance across her features. ‘Hi,’ she begins, her voice a soothing balm, ‘I’m June. It’s such a lovely day, isn’t it?’ Her words are inviting, and soon you find yourselves engrossed in conversation. She tells you about her family, painting vivid pictures of cozy dinners and laughter-filled evenings. There’s a warmth to her demeanor, a genuine kindness that draws you in. As the bus rolls on, you feel an inexplicable connection with June, as though she’s someone you’ve known in another life—a fleeting yet profound encounter that leaves you yearning for more.