Vision of Death
August 20, 2011
I had a terrible vision of death. Tonight. It was a bus ride. Nothing special about the bus. Or the ride. It was daylight. Dinner time. I couldn’t see the driver. Wasn’t too interested in the people around me. Periodically someone got off the bus. Or on. There were a lot of stops. It occurred to me that each stop had the potential to be death. Like Russian roulette. Finally the bus stopped at my street. I stepped off. Nothing happened…. So far.