holy
I’m on a bus. The electric poles sticking out of the top scrape along in their efficient way, but I don’t notice them—the earbuds in my ears drown out sound effectively. My eyes are open though: a man, older than his age prescribes, stumbles onto the bus, probably drunk or high. Row upon row of advertisements stare down upon me like amateur demons, failures at temptation. A woman with a little girl huddled close on her lap strokes her daughter’s long brown hair. Men and women in various states of health, wealth and disrepair gather together for a brief moment of their lives to journey, each to their own separate destination signified with the individual’s pull on the yellow cord. Personally: I just want to get home.
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This story will be published in the Spring edition of Geez Magazine (http://www.geezmagazine.org/), so I’m taking most of it down in copyright fear (haha). They should have the article up on their website sometime soon.
Jon
3 years ago