The Traveling Encyclopedia Salesman, The Escape
“Don’t be concerned madam” I tell her while shoveling the coins mixed with tiny fragments of glass off the stairs and into my coat pockets. An honest days work for an honest days pay.
View ArticleThe Night Bus
We’re different from the boisterous crowds of the weekends. The loud drunks commuting between parties, or the twitching addicts rocking and scratching at their skin, the entangled limbs of one night...
View ArticleMy Ride on the 26, by Mat Woolfenden
They are all standing around the bus stop – and are like children. There is the waitress, early fifties, cute in her lipsticks, and the black pinny spoiled only by long black trousers. She ignores me,...
View ArticleThe Journey, by Hermione Laake
The Journey: a means of travelling from one place to another: a life: metaphoric; physical; psychological…. Where will it end? “Tickets please.” When was it that you learnt to blame your parents for...
View ArticleThe Gift, By Matthew John Palace
It was a stormy night, and heavy rain came along with the rumble, the number 26 bus was late as usual, and after having the day I had I didn’t seem to give a damn. I had just been fired from my job. As...
View ArticleThrough the Handprint in the Steam
One sip of this towns' storm-water runoff would leave you drunk, stoned, high, and diseased for the rest of your life.
View ArticleCity Route Twenty-Six, By David Blankenship
The bus pushed air to the curb, cups and napkins from the nearby Burger King swirled in disturbed air. The oversized tires gripped the asphalt and held. The air brakes groaned and motion stopped....
View ArticleAn Unlikely Crew (Part Two), By Nate Miller
Check out part one of Nate Millers story at https://thenumber26.net/2019/03/27/an-unlikely-crew-part-1-by-nate-miller/ The fuselage shuddered and shook as the wind and rain slammed against it, forcing...
View ArticleLast Sight, By Squid McFinnigan
'Why have all prison transports such lousy suspensions?' Jerry thought to himself, as the retro-fitted school bus bounced him around like a bucking bronco. They hadn't even bothered to take the faded,...
View ArticleEarthrise, By Arijit Ghoshal
It looked no different from any other day. Barely ten people. The old lady was there in her usual seat. The one behind the driver. He had never seen her get up. Or down. It was as if she was a part of...
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