The Late Bus

The Late Bus

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Wasn't this meant to be a normal day? Buses mess everything up. Short story that went down well in a writer's forum group, so sharing it here too. Cover is skyline of New York, picture found on the internet.
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(Highest rank- #80 in general fiction) I look down from the window. "This is gonna be enough", I think to myself as I grab the sides of the window and attempt to climb it. I sit on the window sill with my legs facing outside, everything looked so tiny from up here, the cars, the buses, the stray dogs.. Even the humans.. I stand on top of the sill and take a moment to myself. My life wasn't supposed to end here! I wasn't supposed to fall in love, or get distracted! I feel like crying and a tear escapes my eyes, I look to the ground and take a deep breath. "It's time to let go", I think to myself. My cold fingers slowly let go of the edge and I close my eyes. I feel myself being pulled. My breathing hardens, and I fall, maybe to my death.. "I'm sorry, Sid", I say before I close my eyes, maybe forever..

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