Welcome back to another week of writing!
This week’s prompt was: You got on a bus and woke up in a strange town where things seem a little wrong (Prompt courtesy of Reedsy.com)
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Cheryl Mahoney:
I know as soon as I wake up that I must have got on the wrong bus. I lift my head off of my duffel bag and sit up to peer out the window. We’re on what appears to be the main street of some little town that would fit in beautifully on The Twilight Zone. Or The Andy Griffith Show. You know, one of those stereotype 1950s small towns where everyone sits on their porch Sunday afternoon and, depending on the show, sings a folk song or meets aliens.
“Maybe this is just a stop on the way,” I murmur to myself, even though the bus has that sagged feeling of a vehicle that has stopped and isn’t moving again for a good long while.
Like a confirmation to my irrational gut feeling, the bus driver bawls out, “Final destination! Everyone off!”
The bus is almost empty—evidently a lot of people got off while I was asleep, I suppose at previous stops—but a couple passengers shuffle along the central aisle towards the door, bleary-eyed and silent.
I grab my duffel and make my way up to the front, stopping at the driver’s seat. “Excuse me, but this isn’t Greenwich Village.” Despite myself, my voice is rising in alarm. “This is definitely not Manhattan.”
The driver squints at me. “This is Greenwitch Village. Isn’t that where you wanted?”
“No!” I cry. “I definitely asked for a ticket to Greenwich. Gren-ich,” I pronounce carefully. I’ve only been dreaming of coming here—there—my whole life. I know how to pronounce the place.
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