The Bus Stop

 

 

Welcome to Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge #05

There are five quotes given to you.

In italics

The challenge is not to describe any one quote.  You need to use all the five quotes a stitch a story. A short story which uses all of them. All the best!

 

I am confused at times. Should I sound? Should I echo? Should I stand here and wait for that bus to slide by my stop? Should I let it crunch it’s way down the gravel road towards the bridge and across to the town on the other side?

You need not answer all the questions! You can just laugh and laugh again at my inability to make a decision. I can stand here at this stop  with this woman, I think her name is Leah and she talks to much. She is talking to much right now. Maybe that’s why I can’t think, why I can’t decide what to do right now.

The bus is coming towards us, it always speeds up a little before it stops here. I wonder why, does the driver hope we will step off the curb and end up under his tires? Does he hope we will think he’s going to drive by us and we will walk away and he won’t have to stop? Does he think I’m a killer and can he see it? How could he? My brain is spinning out of control and I am very dizzy- Thoughts – they do what we don’t ask for!

What am I doing here today? Am I going to catch the bus and go to the Mall? To work? Will I ride to the Transit station and take another bus and end up on another corner tortured by indecision and frozen as solid as a corpse in full rigor mortis.

Which brings me back to this moment I am trapped in and all have learned for certain is,  I knew it! That I don’t know!

But I am resolute. I  will pluck  one idea, one thought  of my brain and act on it.

The bus is almost here. The woman, Leah looks concerned. She tells me the bus is coming, she puts her hand out and rests it on my arm.

I look into her eyes and see myself reflected in her eyes.

At times, we pretend to think on one and actually think everything else I realize.

Her hand slides down and  closes around my wrist and then one of my ideas burst from my brain and I swing my arm up and in the blink of an eye she was gone and under the wheels of the still moving bus .

It was, for a second, as if she had never been on that corner with me at all.

Darlene Murphy Goes To Work

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Was there more to life then getting up and going to work and coming back home at the end of the day and sitting around for a couple of hours and going back out and doing it all over again?

Darlene Murphy used to hope there would be a break in that dull routine, just one little crack that would allow her to break out and escape and maybe see a little more, do something extra like get her nails done or maybe stop off at that bakery and try one of those cupcakes that had a small strip of candied bacon on the top.

It never happened though- not for Darlene Murphy who spent her nights working to make ends meet and to keep body and soul together just so she could do it all over again the next day.

Something had to change and on a Saturday it did.

On that  evening on her way to work, she stopped by the closed for the evening art gallery on third and pressed her face up against the glass.

Ghostly sculptures haunted the dimly lit gallery and Darlene, who didn’t like sculptures of any kind found herself not hating these.

These sculptures were marble- twisted and tortured until they were forced into delicate forms that hinted at the human shape. The act of creating these figures must have been brutal.

Darlene could appreciate that. She understood it.

She held her pale hands up to her face.  ” If you could talk ” she told them ” I’d be a dead woman.”

Darlene put her hands down and said to the spot in the window where her reflection should have been, ” Again.”

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

IBMC #04: Hunt a Haiku Challenge Haiku 02

Cow Says ” Moo “

 Risk for a Random Challenge-Write 10 random sentences and put them into a paragraph.

 

My devil duck is dusty today. Seafood can’t kill you, can it? What big teeth you have. Cow says moo, dog says woof. There’s a dead guy at the door for you. I’d sell my soul for a cupcake. I tried to run it down, but it got away. Are we alive yet? The pond out back is on fire. I can’t stop dreaming about having nightmares.

 

 

 

IBMC #03: Risk for a Random Challenge

For Just A Nickel

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I used to beg my Mom for a nickel every single time, non stop when we visited the Curiosity Shop so that I could look into this machine.

I could not imagine what kind of naughty things were in there.

I was desperate, beside myself, frantic even.

I had to know what I would see and it would only cost me a nickel to find out!

Then one day I could imagine all sorts of things.

So you do realize, I never dropped a coin into the slot- that would have spoiled the fun.

Mystery I learned at a very young age, is the sweetest treat life has to offer.

Don’t be silly and try to scarf the lot down in one sitting.

Daily Prompt: Partake