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leaving for the city about 200 miles down south, it only
The Bus Stop had six passengers. A couple that had been visiting the

girl’s father, one that was going back to college with

The weak light of the singular street lamp in sight that two others that were his friends and a woman I hadn’t
barely lit down by its post flickered like it always did. seen before.

Like clockwork, I thought to myself. I don’t really ask questions to those buying tickets
except for their destination but people tend to tell me
It would flicker, one, two ,three, four seconds would about the journey they would be making anyways.
pass and you would see the dim glow in its glass cover That’s how people are, isn’t it. They are like a delicate
that looked like it had been decades since it was last flower that you need to water twice a day while making
cleaned, blink and startle the one moth dancing around sure it gets enough sun but also stays in shade. You
it. never know what they’ll tell you and most times you

I checked my watch, it was 9.26 p.m., nine more don’t want to know but they have a way of forcing
minutes for the last bus to leave and fourteen more the useless information about their tiny lives into your
minutes until it was time to leave. I was the only one at brain.
the bus station which in reality was just a small place But this woman didn’t.
with two benches and a broken vending machine.
I didn’t know who she was, like I said this is a small
I was standing right outside of the dirty glass door with town everyone knows each other, it was unnatural yet
a light up push sign that had a broken U. intriguing to see a stranger.

There wasn’t really anyone else in eyesight, just the The engine started running, it was time to get home. I
cars that passed by as they splashed muddy rainwater locked the door and walked over to my bike chained
onto the sidewalk. to the electric post just across. I didn’t even know why

Five minutes left. I chained it, there was no use for it. No one would or

I stared on to the road and realized how disorganized it could steal it, like I said everyone knew each other.
was with all the potholes that had to be filled. This was I watched the bus as it pulled away from its parking
a small town, there weren’t that many people working spot and slowly got on its way. The minute it was out
to make it look good. of sight I got on my old sort of rusty bike and started

Sometimes I felt like one of those potholes, like the heading home.
ones that started small and continued to expand as all It had been four years since I had started working at the
the cars went over them, the ones with the cracks all bus stop. It was really the only place I could work at

around. The longer I looked into them the more I felt ever since I moved back.
at peace, like Alice falling through the rabbit hole. The It’s not easy to find work here, it’s a small town where
hole made me think of a rock thrown into the water and everybody already has something to do, to get a job
the cracks all around it looked like the little waves the either you would have to come up with a new business
rock created. idea which would be practically useless because the

Suddenly the road was illuminated by the headlights of newest successful business here opened fifteen years
a passing pickup truck. That’s what all the vehicles that ago or somebody else would have to leave their current
went through this town did, pass through. The bus was job. Just like Old Man Al left his for me to start selling

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