Story
B2
Late Bus Confession
The bus was late again, and the chilly evening air made waiting harder. A weary nurse sat beside me, her mask pulled down as she sighed, "It’s been nonstop today—too many patients and not enough hands." I nodded, feeling the weight of her words beyond the news reports. For a moment, strangers weren’t just strangers; we shared a quiet understanding of the city’s hidden struggles.