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No One Wants To Ride The Bus: Chapter 3+4+5
Chapter 3 A pink truck was parked diagonally in the driveway of the apartment building I lived in. The license plate read LORD and I counted 5 dishwashers that sat in the truck’s bed. I walked up the concrete steps to the front door, but before I could get my keys out, the door swung… Read more
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No One Wants To Ride The Bus: Chapters 1 + 2
Chapter 1 “The RIPTA is turning.” I looked up from my Kafka novel and caught a glimpse at the angel at the bus stop just ahead. The sun on this crisp autumn day put her in a perfect light. Out the window I saw that a soft purple turtleneck covered her top half, and boy… Read more
