bus

In his mind, the girl was there. She stuck her tongue out and thumbed her nose at him, face scrunched and mocking. He responded with crossed eyes, flared nostrils and bared teeth. Her face unscrunched, taken by giggles. The bus pulled away and he waved at her from the back seat. She waved back and rode her bike in the other direction.

There was nothing out the window but the road disappearing. With his index finger he drew invisible pictures against the glass. Surreal scenes against the backdrop of the great empty space surrounding him and the vessel that carried him.

He forgot where he was going.

The girl was over a thousand miles ago.