A groggy morning, the kind that makes decision-making hard. Toast or cereal? Pants or shoes.
On the bus, Alex waited for someone else to pull the stop line. As the beast lurched forward, Alex and a fellow rider groped for stability, their hands landing on the same stretch of pole. A brief morning romance.
Off the bus, the removed hum of traffic on freeways above offered a respite from the bus’ intimate roar.
Then a dump truck flipped over the freeway and killed Alex. Overhead, thousands of morning commuters sighed impatiently because the commute had just gotten 40 minutes longer.