Ride

by M.R. Wallis

He would buy a dayrider every day, never a weekrider, always just £3.50. Clamber on the bus and sit at the top to feel like a giant. He had this bag of cans that rattled by him; he always sat at the window, looking out. Whenever I saw him, he'd be drinking, be it eight-am or midday, or nighttime, always glugging down cans of cheap lager. In the morning he'd be happy, jolly; afternoon, upset; evening, unsure of where he was; he rode all day. Muttered to a photograph of a woman he held with him, behind cracked glass and an ageing frame.

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M.R. Wallis is the founder and creator of somethingeveryday. He endeavors to write new poetry or prose and upload it every day in order to re-engage people with art on a daily basis. He's twenty and starts to earn his MA in Creative Writing at Manchester University in September.