Hours roll by and the lady goes on and on. She barely even stops for those short dry gasps for breath she makes. Evening darkens the sky and night rolls in and still the talk goes on like a solid wall of sound. All this time your hatred grows and grows. You say nothing but you focus on her keeling over dead. And suddenly she makes a strangled gurgle. You look at her. Her eyes are bulging and she is making choking sounds. She gets up and she gets a few steps towards the bus driver before she falls over spasming. The bus is stopped and the driver checks her out. She is dead. He gets a couple of bus riders to help him drag the body out into the ditch by the road. The bus moves on like its no big thing. You feel free now.
⤓ A strange event by Phil Lectrum