The Stop

Choosing to get off the bus.

Photo by Matthew Henry on Unsplash

“This is it,” he said. “This is where I want to stop and get off.”

The Bus Driver turned around. His sole passenger had walked up the center aisle without so much a word. That was unusual. He had always been a talkative creature. Now he stood there at the front of the bus, a dusty suitcase in hand, silently waiting for an answer. He grasped and clenched the handle over and…