Fiction Bite

So I finally got off my arse to write some more short fiction. It was inspired by my commute home and started out a bit too dark and emo at the beginning but I think I rescued it by the end. Let me know what you think! It’s provisionally called “Depressing News”.

The snowflakes danced and flirted with the wind before they were slammed into the windscreen of my bus. Their crippled bodies slowly trickled down with the rain and formed a sagging pile of frost and ice at the bottom of the glass. I watched as the snow grew heavier and the ice slowly became a cold, wet mass grave of snowflakes, covering up almost half the window.

It was freezing outside, the wind lashed pinching ice at you and puddles threatened to sneak into your shoes and wet your socks. Inside it was worse. It was muggy and sweaty as the rabbles of people, burdened with damp coats, scarves, hats and a days worth of weariness, tried to get home. The windows were fogged and the blizzard didn’t offer much anyway. It was either late or the clouds had suppressed the sun, I couldn’t tell.

I wished I could get off. The sweat and restless humidity made me ill. The bus was as much my prison as it was a protector. People’s eyes stared blankly down and to the side, occasionally meeting each others gaze for a split second, then turning away to look down again. No one spoke. No one looked at me. Some closed their eyes but I knew they couldn’t sleep.

This is it. The end of the road. My pathetic optimism that started the morning crushed in a matter of 8 hours (including lunch break). Beaten, used and now abandoned and forgotten. Tomorrow I would be discarded, just like the others. Such is the life of a Herald AM.