Until the wheels fucking come off, and the whole busload of screaming children goes careening across four lanes of traffic through the paper-thin barrier and into the river 200 feet below. Where the children are instantly quieted and the bus driver wakes up to the horror of a giant wet metal box full of sleeping angels.
And the rest of the traffic goes on around it, careful to avoid the whole in the bridge, except that a few feet ahead the whole road comes to an end in a fiery inferno like you might see in a 70′s horror flick.
Fuck it, i’m drinking tea. Putting down the kool-aid.
“Nice to see you here?” after a read like that? Dark.
Suzy D.