I see you. Even when you think I don’t. I hear your jokes and conspiracy’s about the world. Sometimes I even let out a chuckle at the sarcastic things you say. I see when you lean down to fix your hair in the mirror, you always missed that one curl. I seen when you got your first boyfriend and when you had your first breakup. Ive seen your highest of highs and lowest of lows. I see you. Even if yo...

There must be someone at the wheel, because that's the way it has to be, with a bus. The bus knows where it's going, though, so as long as I keep my hands on the wheel, I'm free to watch. We get people from all kinds of places, here. Men with wide, transparent wings and gossamer gowns I need to warn to watch their step as they come aboard. Women with horns, fangs, and eyes that flash red when the...

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, and I would have blown right past that stop if the girl’s navy blue umbrella didn’t swing around in the wind just before I pulled up. I took notice and brought the bus to a slippery halt by the gutter. The girl was wearing a dreary gray jacket, blue corduroy pants, and black rubber boots, dripping in rainwater as she stepped onto the bus. I nodded at her in an alm...

Twelve years I've been driving buses, like my pa, and his pa before him. When all that new-fangled technology took over the skies and the rich started driving round in blimps just cos they didn't want to mingle with the masses, I knew my job was more important than ever. For all those old ladies, stooped like wilting flowers, shuffling onboard with their handbags clutched to their chests. For thos...

The last stop was always the dark stop.

And I’m telling the truth when I say I saw the Brierwood marsh change in an unnatural way.

Seems I’m the only one to eyeball it day in and day out, but I promise it used to be an unchecked mess of Darwin evolution near a week ago. How can I be the only one to know that? I’m not crazy! Check the maps!

4 days ago, I was on my usual route, taking a turn ne...

The number 42 bus was driven by a portly man - named Gregor Miller - whose eyes glinted with kindness and whose lips failed to utter a single foul word.

On weekdays, at 7:52am, he would wait five extra minutes at Linton Street until the mother of four (and one on the way), would race down the hill, panting heavily with relief. Gregor would not move the bus until every child was safely seated an...

I take people around the world, to wherever they want to be.

Day by day, people kiss in the back of my seats. Day by day, I hear people speak; of good days and of bad, of happy days and of sad, of solemn days and of glad.

Day by day I stare at the road, as people talk of times of old, as people speak and laugh and cheer, and all the sounds come to my ear.

Day by day I wish I hope, ...

The bus careened madly down streets and made such sharp turns that soon the hopeful tourists of Los Angelas were not even sure where it was they were going. Behind the wheel of the dark blue double decker monstrosity was a man named Herman. Good old Herman had on a dark purple suit with a purple top hat covering his dark gray matted hair. He wore shades at night and was chain smoking while steeri...

At my first stop of the day, not many people get on, just the regulars on their way to work with tired eyes, and music in their ears.

At my second stop, a teenage boy with shaggy black hair and a hoodie gets on to go to school. When he sits down, he pulls out a sketch pad and starts drawing. I don’t know why he didn’t take the school bus today, but I won’t give him any crap for it.

At my third ...

Lonny hated being a bus driver, it was the same crowd everyday and he was sick of it; the only reason that he didn’t quit this lousy job was because he had no other options in life. He sneered to himself as his rude passengers boarded.

There was the fancy dressed woman that he was sure was in some kind of seedy employment, she was flirtatious in a way that suggested that she hoped she would get m...