His name was Ishmel, and I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t a book, and his momma could tell you the same. I was but 17 years old waiting in the clammy bus station in the middle of the night for the next greyhound heading east. His bus wouldn’t arrive for hours, and he was heading west. Walla Walla was his destination.
It started out casual. Do you have change for a dollar? What are you reading? Where do your travels take you? It progressed into discussions on classic literature, spiritual beliefs, and taste in music.
I’ve always been skeptical at best when it comes to strangers, but a sixth sense told me Ishmel was not to be feared. We spent three long hours together bonding over late buses, vending machine dinners, and watered down coffee that barely qualified as such.
When my bus finally arrived we bid adieu after exchanging mailing addresses to stay in touch. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from Ishmel, but the letters we exchanged for years are forever engraved as fond memories. He was my first real pen pal, and the stories we exchanged were adventures worth telling.
This is a Flicker of Inspiration writing prompt from The Lightning and the Lightning Bug. Your assignment this week is "Common Ground", and I'm leaving it pretty open to interpretation. You can tell about an actual time when you found unexpected common ground with a stranger, by coincidence or just trying to get to know each other, or you can make up a circumstance where two people who actually have no common ground meet each other and maybe get along?