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Someone tapped her shoulder.
She must have dozed off, she realised. She thought he’d spoken to her in Welsh, which she didn’t understand. It was such a guttural-sounding language.
“Pardon, I’m sorry, can you speak English?"
He grinned and spoke slowly. “This is the last bus tonight. This is as far as it goes.”
“Did I miss my stop?” She had a sinking feeling.
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Comming from Africa, my experience of the little Gaelic I heard in Wales was musical. Goes to show, it takes all ears. Nice snippet, thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteComming from Africa, my experience of the little Gaelic I heard in Wales was musical. Goes to show, it takes all ears. Nice snippet, thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteUh-oh. I hope he's friendly. Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteThe last thing you want when in a strange place is to fall asleep on the last bus and end up in somewhere completely unknown. I suspect the adventure is about to begin.
ReplyDeleteUh-oh. I've been in that position, and it can be scary. Hope she finds friendly folks!
ReplyDeleteUh oh, that's not a good development! Enjoyed the excerpt, have never heard Welsh spoken to my knowledge :)
ReplyDeleteDon't you hate it when you get on the wrong bus in a foreign country? Her adventure gets hairier!
ReplyDeleteWell did she miss it? I need to know. Great snippet
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