tim morch

The drone of the bus engine that lulled my senses for the past three hours was shattered by the crash of breaking glass. A large rock, hurled from the side of the road, came to rest on the floor beside me. Several more crashed against the metal exterior of the bus sending a wave of fear down the aisle. The man whose head had been resting against the window when it shattered was visibly shaken. The driver reacted immediately, shutting down all lights on board. Only the hea