“Did she board the bus?” The burly man passed a photograph to the driver.
The driver studied the brunette. “Nope, I haven’t seen this girl around. You could check with others”.
The man looked around. Pursuing too much could raise doubts.
“You mind if I take a peek inside?” he turned to the driver.
“Sure, help yourself.”
But looking at the gathering passengers around, he decided otherwise. “Never mind, I’ll look elsewhere.”
“As you wish. All aboard!”
Lying prostrate under the last row of seats, Anette heard the footsteps of incoming passengers. Heaving a sigh of relief, she walked to the driver.
“One ticket to Greyhound Terminal please.”
The driver winked, “It’s on me.”
I am fashionably late for the Friday Fictioneers this time. I got a lot going at my end. But this one’s special, being Madison’s last. Thanks a lot Madison for hosting such an amazing series. I have met such outstanding writers and learnt so much being part of the awesome gang of Friday Fictioneers in the last 10 months. My blogging got a new direction altogether. I feel lucky to have been a part of this amazing journey. I wish you all the very best in your future endeavors and hope to see you around. 🙂
I would also like to welcome Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and congratulate her for carrying the torch forward. Needless to say, you and I are going to see a lot of each other in future. 🙂