Short Stories

Short story 2 - The Bus

"Excuse me sir are you okay?" I asked the man concerned with his wounds.
"Yea, i just really really don't like buses" the young man said with a whine. I sat down beside him and had questioned "why?"

He proceeded to look around the bus, at the driver, the many passengers on the bus and decided to remain quiet. Sitting there nobody saying anything i proceeded to watch everyone on the bus.

They looked tired and defeated as if every 5 blocks we drove past somehow had made them look even more tired and or older. I questioned "why" one more time as the bus proceeded.

I suddenly started to feel a little tired myself.

As the bus drove and i became more and more tired the other passengers slowly crept closer and closer.

I closed my eyes for a second and blacked out.

A man entered the bus and stood there holding onto the handle looking around. He walks over to you and questions concerned about the injuries i haven't even noticed "excuse me, are you okay miss?"

I whined " yeah i just really don't like buses"

And he sat down questioning why.

I looked around the bus and put a hand to his ear letting him hear me cry "i lost something in one once"

He had suddenly gotten this exhausted look and began to close his eyes blacking out and so did i.

(236  words written June 22, 2021)