Fire in the sky
I was going to work when an old guy got on and flopped down in a seat, drunk. He noticed me as I glanced at him and came to sit next to me on the nearly-empty bus. To himself he said, “I’m so scared!” so I asked him what he was scared of. “I don’t know!” He started leaning on me and asking me if that was the sun in the sky or if there was a fire, talking about stuff. I shifted and he got up, slurring, “Aaight, I see you don’ wanna be seen sittin’ by me.” Continue reading ‘Fire in the sky’
