THE LAST BUS

It is Friday again and time for Friday Fictioneers to tell their stories of 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  This past week marks her third anniversay as host of this group of fictioneers.  Thank you Rochelle for your dedication and hard work.  And now, my 100 words inspired by this photo from Ron Pruitt.

the bus

The line inched slowly forward.  She hoped there was room for her. She craned her neck to see ahead of her.  Please! She whispered to herself.  She shifted her weight to one crutch, then to the other.

It was hard, but she had to get away fast.  She glanced furtively backwards.  Someone tried to move in front of her.  She quickly thrust her right crutch out.

“No, you don’t!”  She cried out.

Finally she was there.  She felt arms behind her.  Good, someone was going to help her get on the bus.  Then she heard his voice.

“No, you don’t!”

 

 

 

31 thoughts on “THE LAST BUS

  1. Oh damn, and she almost made it. I hope someone helps her… assuming that the one capturing her is someone bad and she hasn’t run away from hospital or something similar. Or maybe it was, No you don’t, Grandma? 🙂 Very intriguing.

  2. Welcome to today’s society — where everyone gets a free deception. Thank you for this great story and reminder! I love it.

  3. When the MC makes sure her no one cut her in the line , it seemed like she’s a woman who could stand up for herself…so I tend to think that the person holding her back at last won’t be successful . Nice one.

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