It was a stormy night, and heavy rain came along with the rumble, the number 26 bus was late as usual, and after having the day I had I didn’t seem to give a damn. I had just been fired from my job. As the leafless tree above the bus stop offered no cover for the downpour that was ensuing, I thought a little water won’t hurt. I didn’t mind, I needed to be cleansed. The rain offered a cool, clean feel that beaded off my bald head, I felt at peace at that moment, the first time in a while.
We’re different from the boisterous crowds of the weekends. The loud drunks commuting between parties, or the twitching addicts rocking and scratching at their skin, the entangled limbs of one night lovers clawing at each and wrapping around one another in the back. No, we’re the night bus sleepers, a different breed entirely.
“Don’t be concerned madam” I tell her while shoveling the coins mixed with tiny fragments of glass off the stairs and into my coat pockets. An honest days work for an honest days pay.
It’s like growing old, you don’t realize it while it’s happening, but one day we all will wake up and look in the mirror and merely notice with sudden surprise- we are old. The surprise is unexpected, but the change is gradual.
It’s three in the morning at the bus terminal. Why am I awake?
Few things make you feel as alone as being surrounded by people you don’t know. Being surrounded by people you know who don’t know you back is one of them. Being with people who are the ones who are supposed to know you, but don’t, is even worse.
Blain never had to go anywhere. Although he often went places, he never did so out of necessity. Long walks and late night bus rides had become increasingly necessary for Him to deal with his life. Blain wasn’t sure why he couldn’t sleep at night anymore without riding the Number 26 bus around for at … Continue reading Blain (Part 2)