I’m
lost in my thoughts when the bus comes to a halt, and I’m thrown forward.
People yell out at the sudden stop and the driver advises us to remain seated.
He gets off the bus, and after a few minutes comes back to inform us that the
bus hit a car parked in the bend. He asks us to be patient while he examines
the damage.
I
get off with a few passengers. The cold is piercing. Even though I’m wearing
gloves, a hat, a coat and boots, I feel the freezing cold wind blowing.
The
driver notifies us a few minutes later that in this weather, it’s impossible to
know why the bus won’t start up again. We have to wait for the roadside assistance
company to come, which in this storm could take hours.
Images
of suspense thrillers pop into my head. I don’t like the idea of finding myself
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