Picking the lock
He gingerly found his way to an empty seat, carefully avoiding a lass with a pile of big issue magazines on her lap. In the seat behind a smartly dressed lass, tried to ignore his collar. But then smiled as she saw a tiny flea leave his collar and land with accuracy in the middle of a biscuit. A toddler dropped the biscuit, then screamed in frustration as a mouse and the flea devour her well chewed lunch. When the bus stopped at Heaton Park, the pair of small but well fed passengers left, returning to their home, a old abandoned locker
The above item of flash, is a reworked section from a very short story, called Ding Dong. The story is about a bus drivers last day at work.
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A slice of life
Indeed it was, and probably still is.
Sounds like he’s had a hard day.
As it was his last day at work before he retires, he savioured ever minute it is.
In deed he has, however as it is his last day before he retires, he savoured every minute of it. The photo of the bus was taken in Carleton Yorkshire, some years back. But the story I have offered was centred around North Manchester in the 1960s.
Hi Michael,
I’ve been trying to remember where you live and connect where your bus is located versus my photo of the charity donation bin, which I’m pleased to see you’ve rotated. When I actually saw the bin for the first time, I felt it could be used as a shelter for a homeless person, specially a child. The door isn’t locked and this bin has seen better days itself.
I’d imagine your retiring bus driver has seen a lot throughout the years.
Best wishes,
Rowena
In deed he has, however as it is his last day before he retires, he savoured every minute of it. The photo of the bus was taken in Carleton Yorkshire, some years back. But the story I have offered is based in North Manchester in the 1960s.
This made me think of Robert Burns’ “Ode to a Louse.”
O thank you Linda, he was a master at is trade.
Thank you Linda… He was a master at his trade.
A charming little trip Michael.
Thank you Iain.. I have fond memories of such bus trips.
If only buses could talk – the stories. A great slice of life.
Tannille, I have been on a few buses that definitely spoke to me…. about hardship and fellowship.
Life on the buses. And some happy and well-fed wildlife!
I have been on a few buses that knew all about wildlife.
Everyone giving everyone else a helping hand. Except the first gentleman.
Sadly at the moment your comment echoes life in general. Sandra
Thanks for the ride Michael, good job I had my bus pass on me!
Handy thing the bus pass. I have known buses that definitely spoke of hardship and fellowship.
Quaint look at life through a bus driver’s humorous eyes.
Thank you so much Dora… my old friend Bill would have appreciated your comment,
A slice of life portrayed with subtle humour. Nicely done.
Thank you very much, I appreciated your comment.
Interesting spin on the prompt! A peek into the parts of life most prefer to have unseen …