April NanoWriMo. Here is my contribution. More next april

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He first experienced doubt about his mission as he stood in the small shelter by the busy street in downtown Reykjavík. The bus was late, and he shifted his weight uneasily from foot to foot hoping the doubt might somehow be jarred loose. The bag on his shoulder, so light when he had first packed it back in Tulsa now seemed to be cutting into his shoulder even through his heavy coat.

“Snow,” he thought as the first flurries began, “it shouldn’t snow in May.”

This thought only rekindled the doubt that had momentarily drifted away. He opened his bag to check its contents for the thousandth time; he glanced about wary of prying eyes even in the abandoned bus stop. Inside lay a soccer ball and a book, “Soccer Coaching for Dummies,” he sighed in relief. It was going to be okay, the dream, first kindled as he looked through his (now) ex-girlfriend’s copy of National Geographic, was still going to come about. He would coach the Icelandic national team into the World Cup, and he would become famous in this tiny country if not his own. Wistfully, he thought of the powerful Viking women of Iceland and how they would love him. Yes, this was a good dream.

He paused and squinted his eyes at the jumble of numbers and letters posted on the shelter’s wall, and wondered not for the first time if this was actually a bus schedule at all.