On the Bus
I gave away one breakfast burrito, two encouraging speeches (one to a Mexican girl embarrassed by the look of an evil-eyed old man, and one to a sexy drug addict on his way to rehab) three dollars, four words of bad Spanish, a handful of crackers and an apple.
Five weeks later, I wasted about six cups of tears, or about what one might reasonably cry between Los Angeles and Blythe.
I was then asked to stop doing that. So, I did. Instead I gave advice to four lost French boys, and then I gave three stories, two socks (a pair), a quarter for the telephone, and my place in line.
When I stepped off the bus, I had no more tears, quarters, words, or books, nor any desire to ever live in California again.
I couldn't get it under 100 words, but I like it. Thanks guys.
It's got that certain something something. The character is tangible. I feel like- if the narrator walked in the room I would recognize them.
Deena, that's lovely and incredibly evocative. Write more, please!
I never ride the bus. I realize this shouldn't stop me writing a drabble about it, but.
What AmyLiz said. I think the last time I rode a bus was about 10 years ago, because my car was parked in. Otherwise, I wouldn't have.
That was absolutely lovely, Deena.
Thanks guys. I really hope someone keeps giving drabble prompts because I can never think of anything to write until I see it. Sometimes I still can't think of anything, but at least it's more likely that something will float up.
If I may try my hand at a prompt?
The day off.
with dreams come responsibilities
In larger towns, the bus is filled with young professionals, working mothers, folks on their way to the courthouse. But in mine, only the destitute ride. It doesn't go far enough to be hip, or often enough to be convenient. But this is not a walkable town, so if you can't afford a car, it's your only choice.
But I am stubborn in my ideals. I grip my little green ten-ride ticket, seven holes already punched, and ride my way to a cleaner future, one where you can still breathe the mountain air. I ride, and dream of better days.
