Condensation ran like blood down the clouded surface of the window.
I looked left, then right. I was hemmed in.
The particularly overweight individual sat next to me was breathing my air. I want it back.
What to do? What to do?
I stared in-between the gap in the high backed seats.
A nasty looking individual was looking back at me.
Shifty eyes and a rain jacket when it’s not raining.
Just didn’t add up!
If it came down to the pair of us I reckon I could take him.
He was closer to the door, but I had desperation on my side.
I was getting more nervous by the second.
I licked the salt from my arid lips.
My tongue sampling the fusty air like a snake.
The thing next to me took out a mobile phone.
Stubby fingers made quick time across the keyboard.
I had to make my move soon, but where was I?
I peered into the moisture covered window.
I just couldn’t be sure. Everything was so distorted.
Dark shapes slid past; they could be buildings, but maybe not?
How could I be sure? What if they weren’t?
I looked to the sign ahead. It remained unlit, dormant.
My hand twitched on my lap. I was palpitating.
Time stopped. My breath dissipated to nothing.
My headphones played a song into my ears but I was past listening.
I had to make my move it was now or never.
STOPPING. The cherry-red sign illuminated the gloom.
I was ready to move but the lump of lard beside me wasn’t.
I felt the sweat drip down over my eyes. I wiped it quickly away on the back of my sleeve.
Glancing forward, I was just in time to see my nemesis sneer through the shadows.
He was off before me. Maybe, he’d make it to the coffee shop before me, too.
That did it. I had to get out.
I surged past the lump-thing into the aisle.
Past the milling horde, a force of nature, I was not to be stopped.
My anger was such that I would not even say goodbye to the orchestrator of my hell.
His beady eyes gazed at me as his fingers played across the steering wheel.
I stepped out into the cool, fresh air of an English morning.
Thank God. I lapped it up. Relief washed over me.
Another bus journey over. I’ll be counting down the days to the next.
I’ll be better prepared then.
I’ll even bring the correct change.
Now for the coffee shop. Get back here pal!