The moon struggled to glow, dimmed, then disappeared into the darkness above the bus depot. Tension was in the air. Windows stared back nervously-destroying rustling. The man tasted panic. Would he ever see his beloved family again?
Clothes, pillows and laziness had raced across the bedroom. In an instant, the door flew open. Like a myna bird, chattering and chatting’ the wife hopped in. From her twittering mouth, she chirped “Get to work!”
Silently the husband slipped on his bus driver’s uniform.
“I reminded you didn’t I? If you are late once again, your boss will sack you!”
But their darting eyes met, idealness in the mans. I’d better get moving, bus depot, here I come! Speed is Life.
“Bus Depots like these are never peaceful; one word like these are always full of advertisements waiting to be looked at-but not now-later after work …
… if only I could get that news article out of my head.”
The article reported a mysterious death that happened right in the depot. With a tremendous effort, the man pulled himself away from the haunting feeling.
‘Now start a day of work, again!
Whoosh! His plan was punctured. The bus depot fell into a land of darkness. The man’s temperature fell to a shiver. It was an odd sensation, something was happening to him; piercing echoes resounded forking to attention the hair on the back of his neck. Tension exaggerated into terror. His skin withered over his body, strangling him to the spot; his throat closed and suffocating his yells. His pulse zoomed around his fading heart. Covering his ears to block out the instant revving of an engine and locking his worried eyes, he was oblivious to the shape emerging from the shadows.
Buses advanced to meet him. The strong beam of headlights glared at the man, hunching away from its accusing lights. On a loud buzz, the bus inched forward controlled by ghostly hands. The man attempted to shout for help but his voice was strangled in his dry throat. With a mighty roar the bus rushed forwards to its prey. Crash! Menacing and malevolently it knocked the man tight down. A river of blood was dragged in all directions. Flattened flesh! Blood stained clothes! Shattered hope! It was all gone in a blink of the eye! Backing out with red splattered windows, it roared with victory. There followed a short pause. Somewhere in the moonlight a dog howled painfully long.
The next morning, the other workers arrived in time. The other workers thought he was on a holiday. No one noticed the dead body under the bus.
At home nobody noticed the husband’s disappearance.
Speed truly means Life.
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