I think it’s my bus.
Then again, if you asked me whether the sky was blue, I’d say I wasn’t sure.
The bus rattles to a stop. A never ending flow of people disembark through its doors.
Maybe it’s a clown bus.
“Last call for boarding!” I’m not sure I heard a first call.
There’s no seats, only pillows spread over the floor.
It looks nothing like buses should look.
This isn’t right. Where’s this bus going? It can’t be mine.
“Anywhere and nowhere kid. Sit back and enjoy the ride.”
I do as he says. Nothing makes sense anyway.
Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers
Travelling hopefully, they say, is better than arriving. But then they say all kinds of other unlikely things too
Thanks Neil
I liked the disjointed delivery – the confusion was palpable.
Thank you Sandra!
All aboard the magic bus!
Here’s mine!
It seems magical for sure. Thanks Keith
I liked the way you showed us his confusion and acceptance of his fate!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thank you Susan!
Oh dear. I wonder what the after-story will be like 🙂
“I awoke missing a kidney and having acquired a third arm …” Thank you for reading
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Hell, it can’t be any worse than the state of the world just now, let’s go for it!
Agreed. Thanks Iain
I always wonder at people just willing to hop on with no definite idea of where they are going!
Fun read.