NIGHT BUS - a story in a hundred words
This week's Friday Fictioneers image reminded me instantly of a story I wrote three years ago, so I adapted it to use again. I have a busy few days coming up so I hope you will forgive the repetition!
NIGHT BUS
After Dave vanished, George was alone and scared – rough sleeping was dangerous. He was huddled in his doorway when a bus stopped and a voice called, “Free ride, mate?”Bright lights obscured its destination but George stepped aboard into welcoming warmth. The door snapped shut, leaving his belongings outside, but Dave emerged from the misty interior and handed him a bottle. “Wondered when you’d be along.”George drank deep, tasting strange flavours. “Have you been here all this time?”“All what time?” Dave’s voice was vague, his eyes empty.George turned to get off, but the bus was already moving................................................................................................
NIGHT BUS
After Dave vanished, George was alone and scared – rough sleeping was dangerous. He was huddled in his doorway when a bus stopped and a voice called, “Free ride, mate?”Bright lights obscured its destination but George stepped aboard into welcoming warmth. The door snapped shut, leaving his belongings outside, but Dave emerged from the misty interior and handed him a bottle. “Wondered when you’d be along.”George drank deep, tasting strange flavours. “Have you been here all this time?”“All what time?” Dave’s voice was vague, his eyes empty.George turned to get off, but the bus was already moving................................................................................................
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