A shambled bus, empty like a forlorn fresh dug grave hissed past with hydraulics and its infernal consumption engine dusted behind it, heading to some closed up for the night depot with cold goodbyes and a signature for security and a shuffle home to grey sheets in an unmade bed. Watching it and its green glow insides all desolate made me turn my collar as I went on to where it had been before there was nothing left but sleep and a mechanical sigh.
More tomorrow...
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