Daily story, November 17, 2024

He got on the bus before I could stop him. I don’t know what the driver was thinking. They must have seen me, running and screaming. Or perhaps they never checked their mirrors. I ran at a full sprint, counting on traffic, all the way to the next stop. I staggered on, breathing like the air brakes, vomit in my throat, legs good for nothing. The bus was empty.