The bus lurched forward into the Crawling Chaos of Friday afternoon. The slow morse code of start and stop traffic did nothing for Elise. Ten minutes behind; Friends were There and the Thing was Starting. She stood on tottering heels and edged down the aisle between the fragile elderly and plump, pinstriped cologne fanciers and on past the restless driver. If the bus couldnt move, she could at least move within it. She leaned forward and pressed a made-up cheek hard against the cool windscreen, watching with a hopeful eye as a taxi merged out of the lane and the bus rolled forward to eat up the space left behind. Her walk - and the taxi - had brought her that much closer to her stop; They couldnt say she wasnt trying.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 22:50:40 +0000
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