07 Sep 2017 21 Comments
in Stories Tags: 52 Words in 52 Weeks.#Week36, All about the number 52, Sacha black, writespiration
This week’s prompt from Sacha Black for #writespiration is All about the number 52.
It took us to school and it took us to work, to the library, the doctors and to the tube station. The 52 bus, it took us everywhere. We loved the 52 bus. It was red it was fabulous our car.We never had one. The 52 bus was our best escape.
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Sep 07, 2017 @ 19:26:12
Great take sis!
Sep 07, 2017 @ 19:33:37
Thank you again Sis 💜
Sep 07, 2017 @ 19:46:34
Outstanding! Love it!
Sep 07, 2017 @ 20:32:11
Thank you so much xx
Sep 07, 2017 @ 19:46:38
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
Sep 07, 2017 @ 20:31:49
😉😁
Sep 07, 2017 @ 21:02:26
Good to see you smiling, Ms. Willow.
Sep 07, 2017 @ 20:27:32
Nice
Sep 07, 2017 @ 20:31:32
💜🌹
Sep 07, 2017 @ 21:47:11
I thought it was the number 55
Sep 07, 2017 @ 20:15:40
Sush !! Poetic licence! The prompt is “All about the number 52” so tonight Sis, the 55 is a 52 💗💜😁🌹
Sep 08, 2017 @ 13:27:16
Love it, Willow. You’ve certainly gone ‘out of the box’ with this one. I do miss seeing those London red, double-decker buses.
Sep 08, 2017 @ 16:35:46
I loved them too and they all had numbers when I was a child half of them now have a letter now the bus I am talking about the 52 became an E3 ?? Hugs to you Hugh.xxx
Sep 08, 2017 @ 16:27:57
Well done, Willow. I love your originality :-)💖💖💖
Sep 08, 2017 @ 16:33:22
Thank you Judy funny thing buses they often came in pairs and not always on time but they were life savers!! As we never had a car when I was a child we depended on them ! 🎆💗💗
Sep 08, 2017 @ 18:22:55
Yes, it was the same here when I was a kid we went everywhere by bus or on foot! My step-dad did have a car but he would never pick us up or take us anywhere unless it was a family outing
Sep 08, 2017 @ 18:24:45
Neither my Mum or Dad drove, we couldn’t afford a car. We went everywhere by public transport. 💗💜
Sep 08, 2017 @ 18:29:40
It gave you some independence Sis xxx
Sep 08, 2017 @ 19:08:49
It certainly did Hun 💜
Oct 14, 2017 @ 21:41:36
I so wish this was about the number 43
Oct 14, 2017 @ 21:42:17
💜💜