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The Joys of Public Transport

by Chandler Craig

When my Gram drove, I vomited gobs of yellow bile. Riding the bus feels a lot like that, but now I swallow it. The Indian man next to me smells ashy and sprays dandruff on me when he answers his cell; I've been snowed on twice so far. I hate him and want to slime him with bile, but I fake sneeze on him instead. Droplets shine wet on his polyester coat and he glares at me. I don't care; I hate the bus.

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Chandler Craig is a recent graduate of the University of Pennsylvania and will be attending law school in the fall. She is currently unpublished.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Funny, well written stuff.

conroy

Leatherdykeuk said...

Disgusting, but very engaging.
Nicely done.

Adam J. Whitlatch said...

Another one rides the bus... DUH DUN DUN DUN... Amother one rides the bus... and another one on and another one on, another one rides the bus. HEY!!