The Tailor-Thief
The last bus from The City to The Suburbs had just left. It was 1.38am on a regular Thursday. On the bus, a diversity of people, who were getting off through…
Riding the bus
Standing in the crowded bus, with the body shacking, eyes gazed Sugar Loaf somewhat shaky because of slips of the road. Head with thoughts far away, the heat…
Nostalgia
I got off the bus and saw my school of past The street was still as a badly-taken photograph Steeped in deserted dark I wish it were lit by flash The school…
Time to Go
The harsh sound of the conductor’s voice woke me up immediately. Sandra’s head was still laying on my shoulder, and she seemed to be in a deep sleep. I didn’t…
Tramp Dog
The smell hit Jack as he stepped onto the bus - a combination of alcohol, urine and rotting vegetables. He made his way to the back and eyed with distaste the…
Love on a bus
Nothing is worse than a crowded bus. I can’t stand it, everything from the cramped seats, especially if you’re tall like me, to feeling like packed sardines…
Easy Travels, Rough Arrival
“I can hear the voices when I’m dreaming, I can hear them say...” The tune rattled around Micah’s brain as he descended the steps of the Greyhound bus…
Why I Hate The Bus
I take this bus to work and back every day. Every day I sit in the seat at the back, tired and miserable. Sometimes I stare out the window at the grey skies…
The Man-Boy on the Bus
He says it’s Asperger’s, but everyone knows something else is there. He’s 50, looks 30, thinks 8, and has the hormones of a 13-yr-old. He’s wearing a T-shirt…
Is This Seat Taken?
I got back to my room with fresh bruises and a couple of scratches. One of my mother’s heels had made contact and slashed my wrist. It wasn’t deep, but it was…
Route 56
The bus hurtles forward sending fallen leaves spread across the thin streets spinning in its wake, and naked trees dripping with self-pity and ice fly by as…
Maybe a Good Night?
I heard Nathaniel’s sentence stop in the middle. I could tell that he had more to say, but I didn’t feel like wriggling it out of him. Once upon a time I would…
The Treble Zero
“Beckwith Road” muttered the faceless passenger. Yet another ten minute companion on Colin’s route. Only the sixteenth of the week, five days in. Colin had…
She is but a blind mute, and I a ghost
The thrum of the diesel engines mixes with the hiss of hydraulics as the rolling carapace allows passengers into its warmth. She steps in on the third stop…
Clues on the Bus
I left her a three dollar and twenty-one cent tip. Then I walked to the bus station. The one that was like greyhound, only local. I hopped on a bus that was…
How not to fit in Part 2, It all started when challenge.
Glares and whispers followed her as she walked down the narrow aisle of the bus. Her unease grew as she looked for a seat. She felt as if everyone on the bus…
How not to fit in. Part 1; It all started when challenge.
It all started when he sat next to her on the bus. It was her first day of school. High School, Fall of 1965. Maria had just arrived in the United States & she…
A Silent World
Harold’s world was colorful, scented, textured, and even flavored, but very quiet. Harold was born deaf. This didn’t stop him. He was up and running the minute…