Bored. Sitting at the kitchen table, I stared out of the dingy window. Just as I took a sip of my scalding coffee, I heard the bus chugging up the hill when I saw Miss Rogers scooting her 3 grandchildren out the front door. As they all dashed to the bus stop, I wondered how she did it all. Raising those little ones; working at the nursing home all those hours. Worrying, no doubt, about her daughter. Just missing. That morning I understood why Jesus wept.
I like this but it needs a bit more impact and does not flow that much. And also it says at the top you try something new what have you done then.
Well done excellent you get A hehe
I really like the feel of this piece. It’s interesting how it makes you feel for Miss Rogers, despite being brief. And I like the ending. It opens your perspective.
One thing I think could be better is the flow of the passage towards the beginning. It’s a little choppy. I think it would help if you started by opening the scene and then hinting at the character being bored rather than saying it outright. Keep up the writing! It’s really good.