When she stepped onto the bus, the very spot she had been standing was at that moment struck by lightening
It was a moment so electrifying to her senses that it struck her that maybe there was some force watching over her
The bus driver cleared his throat as the smell of burnt wet leaves mixed with electricity seemed to highlight the present. Soberly he said,
“ticket.”
And for a minute he looked at the ticket oddly. Then punched it with the metal gun that endorsed it.
As she turned to walk towards the back of the empty bus, she heard the driver say,
“was starting to wonder if anyone was getting on after all.”
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