Silence [five sentence fiction]

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The bus careened crazily around the corner before abruptly stopping and with a hiss opened its doors, allowing the masses to enter from one while exiting from another, all while I watched them, the daily riders.

The up-tight businessmen on their way to their boring little cubicles, conversing about the latest Wall street debacle; the service industry workers heading to or leaving from their endless shifts of food, drinks, orders and surly patrons; the mothers headed to day care or nannies to the park, balancing babies and toddlers and complaining loudly about the crowds, sounds and smells.

The warning bell sounded, the doors closed and the crowd slowly jockeyed for optimum position, preparing to snag an empty seat or readying to exit, heading out to their cookie-cutter day.

Me? I'm the bus driver, thank goodness for the voices in my head, my conversations silence theirs.

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