Tuesday, July 2, 2013

100 Words a Day 315

Sara was the last person on the bus. Not because there were no more who needed to get downtown, but because there was no more room. She couldn’t reach anything to hold on to, but there was nowhere to fall as the bus lurched onto the expressway.

The air was a mix of odors, the various scents the women, and some of the men, wore, and the general reek of bodies, some unwashed. The strangers she was pushed up against as the bus rocked were similarly varied in the texture of their outfits and the degree to which they sweat.

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