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The Commute
The Commute
Public transportation has never held any charm for me. It's often a
crowded ordeal, with the uncomfortable company of strangers invading your
personal space. My heart's desire was to own my mode of transport, granting me
the freedom to journey as I pleased. To make this dream come true, I toiled
relentlessly, often working overtime to scrape together a bit of extra income. My
home was a considerable distance from my workplace, an inconvenience I had
little choice but to endure.
One fine day, weary from a long day's work and eager to embrace the
approaching weekend, I left early. It was a Friday, after all, and the prospect of a
relaxing weekend beckoned. So, I strolled to the nearest bus stop, a place I had
become well-acquainted with, and patiently waited for a bus to arrive.
Eventually, one did, and I hastily climbed aboard.
My blood ran cold as both men rose from their seats, their actions forming
an ominous pattern. I couldn't shake the foreboding sense that this was evolving
into a hostage situation. The bus came to a halt as they approached the driver.
She inquired about their intentions, but they remained silent. A sense of dread
hung in the air, but curiously, no one on the bus seemed inclined to intervene.
The passengers maintained a tense silence, doing their best to ignore the
unfolding drama.
For reasons unknown even to me, I suddenly shouted, an outburst that
drew one of the men towards me. He delivered a punch and ordered me to
silence myself, which I promptly obeyed. The driver then rose from her seat, and
all three of them exited the bus.
The bus remained locked, and we passengers were trapped inside, far
from civilization, near the edge of a cliff. The bus keys were conspicuously absent
from the ignition. A quarter of an hour passed before they returned, leaving me
bewildered. They resumed their seats, and it was evident that the driver had
been subjected to unwarranted harassment, yet no one appeared to care.