Olivia noticed a few undesirables further up the bus and placed her bag on the seat next to her.
“First step to avoiding people,” she thought.
The stale cocktail of body odour and fuel stung her nostrils as she pressed back against her seat and scrolled through her Facebook feed.
“The only thing more uneventful than this bus journey,” she thought, looking out the window now at the sun’s dying light playing hide and seek in between buildings that were getting smaller the further the bus went.
The driver’s eyes snared hers through the mirror but she was freed by the ringing of her mobile phone.
“Hey Mum, how are you?”
“Hi love, I’m good thanks. Are you on your way?”
“Yeah I’m on the bus just now, we’ve just stopped at Upperton to let a few people off.”
“Sorry I’m so late. I’ll be home soon, it’s my stop next,” Olivia said.
Her eyes were lured back to the driver’s mirror, his own gaze now distracted.
“Oh good! You know how I worry.”
“It’s okay, the rough one’s just got off the bus,” she said, looking around behind her.
Olivia noticed she was alone now.
“How was your day mum? Tell me about your day. Did you do much? How was work?”
“It wasn’t bad. I did have a minor disagreement with that bastard at work. I’ll save that for when you get home.”
“There’s the dinner ready love, I need to go, see you soon.”
Olivia continued to hold the phone to her ear. Her eyes coaxed back to the mirror and the leer of the driver.
The bus bounced with the grace of a rhino at a jenga convention. The road crackled below as though they were driving over an ocean bubble wrap. She switched her attentions to the window, greeted by a foreign darkness that smothered seas of what she could only guess were crops.
“Driver, is… this the right way?”
“I think so.” He replied.
“I-I don’t recognise it.” She said.
“Well, I’m the one in charge. You’ll have to trust me.”
Olivia abandoned her bag and ran for the back of the bus, crunching her wrists down upon the step, her progress halted by the bus’ breaks, screaming as she pressed to lever herself to her feet. The driver caught hold of her foot and dragged her to the floor once more, she kicked for his chest, she kicked for his balls, she kicked for his face, she kicked for her life.
He roared as his nose spurted blood, Olivia clambered to her feet again and kicked open the emergency door, dropping out of the bus and fleeing into the fields, running at awkward angles until she dropped to her knees.
The crops hissed as the wind harassed them. She bit down on her trembling lip, her forearms numb, fluid dripped from her fingers. Blood or sweat? She couldn’t tell. She heard the driver curse then cover it with laughter but he was far away now and the bus engine had started again. She dare not leave the crops. She was alone.
Olivia slumped over and let her eyes close, joining the darkness around her.