Everyone has a Number One bus story

Mid bus.
“You two have a SOUL connection.”
White clad, black marriage counsellor.
Drunk atmosphere.
Clean white, perfect suit, white, sparkly fedora.
A cliché waiting for the 80’s to come back.
Sandwiched between Teary girl and Angry man.
ALL rich with alcohol.
Scent of urine and bar.
Intentional ignorance becomes common among the transit crowd.
“GOD. LOVES YOU. ALL OF YOU.”
White clad, black marriage counsellor pats Angry man furiously.
Angry man sobs,
realizing the meaning to the words no one else understands.
They hug like two tangled octopi.
Teary girl stands with all her vengeful might.
Stumbles, and hops about to regain her balance, intending to exit.
The moving vehicle doesn’t slow.
“ANGER. Doesn’t solve the soul. A GOOD BOWL OF SOUP DOES.”
White clad, black marriage counsellor preaches, still gripping Angry man.
Teary girl snorts.
Shakes and pulls the locked push doors.
The bus sighs and stops.
Teary girl, still sobbing,
still wrathfully pulls the PUSH doors.
All the commuters hurriedly leave at the bus stop.
In a field.
By a train track.
Bus driver exhales through his teeth.
Stabs the button to open the back door.
Teary girl falls out of the bus, body checking the bus sign.
“FLY FREE OF YOUR SHACKLES! FLY!”
White clad, black marriage counsellor wails.
He wobbles to a stand.
Grabs Angry man by the arm.
Angry man reacts like a toddler, flopping and whining.
White clad, black marriage counsellor drags him to the door and shoves him off the bus.
“FIND HER! AND A BOWL OF SOUP!”
White clad, black marriage counsellor,
clean
white,
perfect
suit,
white, sparkly fedora intact,
exits.

~ Emily Firmston

Emily Firmston is a twelve year old poet that started the Reality is Optional Kids’ Writing Club. She has studied under the Poet Laureate of Edmonton, Mary Pinkoski at WordsWorth Youth Writing Residency. When she is not writing, she plays video games, as well as rides the Number One bus.

One Response to “Everyone has a Number One bus story”

  1. Wonderfully vivid.. I feel as if I had been there, too.

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