The Bus Stop
by blogdramedy
The bus is late. It’s never late. She’ll be late for work.
She’s never late for work.
She pauses.
The bus arrives and she walks by.
She’ll be late for work.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts Challenge June 2011. 30 stories ~ 30 words ~ 30 days
I like the terse sentences.
Well…it was a terse situation. You only have until the bus arrives to make your decision. Tic-toc, tic-toc.
Sounds like some of my anxiety dreams!
Do you have flying dreams, too? I used to when I was younger…what a trip!
I do now and then. Typically, they come from an anxiety thing. For example, I’m running terribly late or I “have to” get someplace (like over an immense body of water) to save somebody, etc. It will occur to me to simply fly there and I do. Way cool. I *love* flying in my dreams, anyway.
I like Matrix flying not Superman flying. I’m not into tights.
The bus was late. You got that? Good.
I’m never later to work, either. Except when I’m late. You reach a point of no return where being late becomes inevitable. After that comes acceptance. It’s a nice quiet time.
The sense of relief when you accept your lateness and start to revel in the experience…we should do it more often. :-0
This may not be relevant, but I have a recurring dream where I can not find my way to work, and I’m conscience of it getting later, and later in the day. Frantic.
That’s your mind telling you to look for a new job.
Somehow I don’t think “My car was late” would work as an excuse.
Say you starting car pooling…to save the environment…and this week’s driver came down with a case of Melvarian Mud Fleas. They’ll be too busy googling that to worry about your being late.