This is a story by my auld Granpa Donaldson. It’s about a wee red bus that, with the help of a dirty old magic duster, turns into a big red bus (something he dreamed up when serving as a PoW during the 2nd World War).
Called The Magic Duster it’s a story warning to be careful and not to wish for too much, but not to wish for too little either.
Inspired by the #JusiceforLB campaigners, it's dedicated to the memory of LB, to my brother Alex and
my Mum Rebel Nell.
Andrew Crooks