Laying It Down

I wrote this many months ago while attending a joyful tea and book reading.  I never published it because the name does not suit the content.  But after so many months of trying to marry the two, I thought that by publishing, one of you readers would be able to find a more appropriate name.

Class finished about 7:30 p.m., last night.  The location to await transportation is a bit desolate but tonight there are a few other students waiting too.  All the mini-buses are full, so nothing stops. The lights of the bus come into view and I hurriedly search my handbag for bus tickets as I frantically flag it down hoping the driver will see my brown hand in the darkness.  The bus slows to a stop and I hurriedly climb aboard