Curious Approach
As traffic thickened, forcing both the bus and my car to slow down, I seized the opportunity to inch closer—hoping a better view might reveal something, anything, to help make sense of this bizarre route. My curiosity burned hot, as bright and relentless as a flame, pushing me forward. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but as long as that bus stayed within sight, I was determined to figure it out. Those kids deserved to be where they were meant to be—at school, not on some unexplained detour into the unknown.
Curious Approach
Urge To Honk
As I trailed the bus, my fingers twitched on the steering wheel, tempted to honk and draw attention to whatever was happening—but something held me back. Maybe it was the strange way the bus weaved through traffic, or the growing unease settling deep in my gut. This wasn’t just about a missed stop anymore; it felt like something far more unsettling. I couldn’t look away. It was as if I were caught in the middle of a mystery unraveling before my eyes, and I had no choice but to follow it to the end.
Urge To Honk
