The seats were rough with a few frayed covers. There were empty bottles all over the floor.
I turned the music up on my phone.
I was out here in the middle of the night. The flat was too big, and the bed empty. The movement helped. The other passengers like ghosts in the windows.
The music played: ‘If It Be Your Will’.
We moved through the night.
The bus slowed to a stop. ‘Everybody Knows’ was playing. We were outside the old cinema, a tree growing out the top.
The driver lit up and had a smoke.
It had been a while since I had one. Since the funeral.
She had made me promise.
The driver climbed back on and the bus moved off.
I closed my eyes.
‘Hallelujah’.
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