Except for those street dogs in the suburb, loneliness loomed on this usually busy road. A few bikes went past me as I drove slow, soaking in the sunlight. It could’ve been a good day; everyday can be a good day, if only you could do something about it.
On the left stood a bus, public transport, parked aside. Thanks to lockdown, the world seemed to be viciously quiet. I stopped my bike and got into the bus to find nobody inside. My bag flew aside while I made myself comfortable in the last seats. I had calls to make. Fuck that.
I wish I knew what I wanted.
“The bus ain’t going nowhere, kid. Get down.” Said a sturdy man in his forties dressed in khakis. Must be the driver.
“Neither am I.”