The Bus Ride
Jean Madigan, Queen Serena, shares more with us ...
Abruptly, the crowded Lake Street bus lurched to a screaming halt. Furious, the burly driver turned to face the back of the bus. Petey, and his friends sat, sprawled, and relaxed, from the joint they’d just passed to each other.
Peter Simonovich the Third looked up just in time to see the driver glaring at them, so he nudged the sleeping Frankie, who was seated next to him. He in turn poked Rick. Almost in unison, they yelled derisively, "Hey, Macho Man, get this sled moving!" Then they collapsed into convulsive laughter at the look on the enraged driver’s face.
In a flash, he was out of his seat, and with a huge, meaty hand firmly gripping a surprised Petey’s collar, pulled him out of his seat, and marched him like a puppet on a string to the rear bus exit.
Stumbling on the last step, Petey quickly looked around, hoping that no one witnessed his hasty departure from the bus, which had already pulled crazily away from the curb. Feeling someone’s eyes on him, Petey looked straight ahead at the deceptively smiling face of Marcia Root, his probation officer.
© 2005 Jean Madigan
Abruptly, the crowded Lake Street bus lurched to a screaming halt. Furious, the burly driver turned to face the back of the bus. Petey, and his friends sat, sprawled, and relaxed, from the joint they’d just passed to each other.
Peter Simonovich the Third looked up just in time to see the driver glaring at them, so he nudged the sleeping Frankie, who was seated next to him. He in turn poked Rick. Almost in unison, they yelled derisively, "Hey, Macho Man, get this sled moving!" Then they collapsed into convulsive laughter at the look on the enraged driver’s face.
In a flash, he was out of his seat, and with a huge, meaty hand firmly gripping a surprised Petey’s collar, pulled him out of his seat, and marched him like a puppet on a string to the rear bus exit.
Stumbling on the last step, Petey quickly looked around, hoping that no one witnessed his hasty departure from the bus, which had already pulled crazily away from the curb. Feeling someone’s eyes on him, Petey looked straight ahead at the deceptively smiling face of Marcia Root, his probation officer.
© 2005 Jean Madigan
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