Thursday, October 7, 2010

Next Stop, Please

The daily bus ride could never be called exciting. Far from it, to be honest. Sure, an occasional homeless person would cuss out the driver, to the increasing impatience of everyone in need of getting home a few minutes early, but nothing not easily forgotten. This is why the crash came as such a shock. I flew straight into a nearby pole, jolted from my people watching as the world turned sideways. Only a few passengers remained. Where had they all gone? I crawled out, surprisingly unharmed. The crowd of the city had dissipated. Dying had never been so easy.

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