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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