“Write in different places: Write in bus stops, in cafes. Write about what is going on around you.” Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones

Miller sat on the dirty wood bench in the igloo-glass-bus stop, and waited for the Clark bus heading north to meet up with a couple of girlfriends. She watched a group of pigeons pick at fried chicken wings. She found it strange that birds ate birds. Entranced by the spectacle of hurried feasting, she did not notice the bus had pulled up.