Kiplinger longed to be outside. He looked out the office window and yearned.
He heard voices, he envisioned visions... though he never quite understood
Gerty was having a bad day. Her no good husband had spent the night out,
again… never should’ve married the louse. Honestly, she was tired of life.
She rounded the square and stopped, opening the door for the rush hour
crowd. Sick of the job. Damn sick of driving this bus day in, day out.
Heading down Main, the sun got in her eyes. For a moment she was blinded,
then, she hit somebody. She slammed on the brakes, people screamed…
The night before, Gerts’ husband Neil was out playing cards with friends.
Gert had just called, bitching again. That’s fine, he loved her. He was
the quite sort, kept to himself. He was easily amused. His friends
were, for the most part, idiots. They played cards and drank, talked, laughed,
A short story by Scott
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