Audio
Shorts
Movies & Games
Blog & StoriesThe bus came to an abrupt halt, catching everyone off guard. Passengers lurched forward, clutching their seats to regain balance.
Curiosity sparked, many leaned out of their windows, eager to see what caused the disruption. Outside, the scene unfolded like a grim painting.
Emergency lights flashed as authorities arrived on the scene. A figure lay motionless on the roadside, an unfortunate soul who had wandered too close to the busy road just moments before.
A fellow traveler seated next to me, a quiet woman with kind eyes, spoke softly, “It’s just a tragic accident. Best not to dwell on it.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of sadness and fear. The bus driver mentioned we were just a few minutes from our destination: Willow Creek.
Voices around me whispered about the incident, some expressing shock while others shared similar tales of near misses. My companion squeezed my hand gently, as if to anchor me in the moment.
“We should focus on the journey ahead, not the sorrow behind us,” she said, her tone reassuring. I appreciated her perspective, though the image lingered in my mind.
As the bus resumed its route, I glanced at the fading lights of the scene behind us. We continued on, the chatter around me shifting back to mundane topics, but I felt a heaviness in my heart that would take time to lift.
