Fade
I press my forehead against cool glass and listen to the bus murmur things I want to hear.
I can take you away, away, away.
A washed out world rushes past; grey streets and buildings enclosed by a frosted glass sky. A stray dog stands on the corner. A shopping cart lies broken and abandoned in a snow bank.
Away, away, away.
The bus stops, but no one gets on or off. I close my eyes and listen to the murmur begin again.
Away. away.
At the last stop I push to my feet and step out into the monochrome city. The murmurs will tell their lies to someone else. I will fade and blend into the grey.
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Author's Note
Originally appeared in Gloom Cupboard #88
Other stories by Laurita Miller
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lovely, so very focused on one thing, beautifully told, entrancing = transported me away, away.
Well done, Laurita. Nice use of colors and images to make something that's dreamlike.
Caught the rhythm of the ride beautifully. A great example of choice of words setting the tone. Nice.
a softly whispering commentary on the obscure. lovely.
Thanks so much for commenting. Long bus rides provide interesting daydreams.
I feel this way on the metro often. Dreamy...
The rhythm of this is perfect. So glad you joined the Noir group and I found my way to your writing!