Riding the bus

‘I’m 48. I’ve no job, no money, no partner, and soon no home. I’ve two teenage kids who eat a fridge of food every day. I just don’t know what to do any more.’

‘I hear you, I do.’

‘I never thought my life would turn out this way.’

‘None of us do.’

‘And now I can’t see a life.’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘Everything is just crowded in on top of me. You know?’

‘I do.’

‘What do you think I should do?’

‘I ride the bus all day.’

‘Does that work?’

‘Better than walking the streets.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.