On the Night Bus
Emerging from the crowd, Will boarded the bus, swiped his travel pass across the electronic reader and scuttled hurriedly up the stairs. Relieved to note he was the only person on the top deck, he emphasised his need to be alone even further by walking to the rear of the bus and settling into a corner of the back seat. He was as far away from the other passengers as he could possibly get – and that was the way he wanted it.
Normally, he’d be happy to slum it with the laughing, slurring, swaying drunks on the lower deck – talking rubbish with them until it was time for him to get off the bus. Normally, he was one of the laughing, slurring, swaying drunks. It was Saturday night – or Sunday morning, depending on which way you looked at it – after all.
But tonight was far f
