Bus Ride to Freedom

Despite my best intentions I had missed it. There was not another bus for months. I kicked a dirt clod and swore. What the hell was I gonna do now? I thought about how lonely-quiet it was out here and how I could take that bus towards adventure. In all of my years, I yearned for travel and freedom. Isolation sucks! When that bus faded into the morning mist, my surroundings felt like a prison.
I know about prison: Strict behavior codes, getting permission to go pee, standing in line for meals. I hated the crowding; not much personal space. Risky showers; always someone bigger willing to abuse you for kicks. I shuddered; thought about it more. I ain’t missing a thing. The next bus comes in September. School’s out for summer.

Bus Ride to Freedom

Rhinovangogh

Dolan Springs, United States

Artist's Description

A missed ride turns out to be a good thing.

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