The night was wet as I recall
And missing my stop through drunken sleep
I had to wait till the driver circled.
People left, the bus thinned out
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This bristles with menace, who is the other person? Are they a rival suitor? The chlostrophobic setting of the bus makes the suspense all the more throttling. Well done.
That was brilliant. I thought that it was more different that anything I've ever read before. It's nice to find things that I haven't read over and over again a thousand times...the same things people write about...it's all good, but it gets tiring. This piece is unique, and that's what I like best about it.