chaos
A boy with dyed hair wearing a skirt and a pink backpack. Unsecured panels on the walls expose bare wires. Toilet paper stuffed into holes, trash scattered on the floor, fading upholstery. The electronic display is non-functional; only a sheet of paper with the line number scrawled in Sharpie taped to the windshield provides any indication where this bus might go.
A woman boards with a stroller, drops her ice coffee, and curses. Crying baby. Standstill traffic, honking, shouting. Conversations on speakerphone. The air conditioning is on full blast, producing more noise than comfort. The sticky mess is spreading, like a malignant growth.
More crying, and it's the ugly kind.