All of the buses on this line are driven by priests. A few months ago, there was an accident. A guillotine of light crashed perpendicular Act of God, sending the bus hurtling off the side of a bridge (no survivors). The driver of the bus which Remain Paired is on and his friend - also a priest - sitting one seat behind are having a silent, subconsciously telepathic conversation about this. Remain Paired is listening in and feeling it Conversation. Getting involved deep movie: there is a brown paper package in the seat next to him. It is, has become, the Bus-Which-Met-Light. Remain exclaims delight and holds it aloft Most Around Stare Somebodys sixth grade teacher is at the fore, Everybody on the bus has to pay shit Apt Humidity is in the back panicked - nobody said anything about paying; he doesnt have it, he doesnt have any change at all bus stops Apt shuffles fore, hunched shoulder. Ill tell you straight: I know youre a priest and all but this fare is straight from Satan. Opens palm, coins rise from the skin Driver is unimpressed - no more, no less. Certainly not /offended/. Nobody is impressed (whats new with Hu?...) Apts flying in the air, dancing lights, spiderwalk across concrete platform. A Spanish girl wants a piece after all and he leap frogs inexplicable horizon.
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 03:39:33 +0000
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