Drabble One

Bus Stop*

I don’t know what it has to do with the dead coming back to life, but there are fires everywhere. Thank goodness I’m safe inside this bus.

Thank goodness there was a bus at all. Thank goodness the driver offered to give me a lift. He’ll take me to my aunt’s place, the next state over, and I can wait there for this insanity to subside.

Only, the fires are here, too. I thought they’d have ceased after the first couple hundred miles, but they’re blazing all around as the driver tells me, “This is your stop.

“You gettin’ off?”

*The rules of Drabble count the title and any footnotes outside the 100-word limit