Originally written for a prompt submitted by @semestakatarsis
They say there is a red bus that always parks itself in the corner of the street. For one moment it’s there, and it’d be gone in another. Nobody knows for sure why that red bus exists.
But people say that it’s supposed to lead lost children to their homes.
And that when it has achieved its task, it would slowly rise from the street, and into the glowing pink sky.
They say for as long as the bus is parked over there, there are still lost children that are yet to be found.
But the bus cannot find the children; its sole purpose is to take them home. For the children to come home, they have to find the bus.
When I saw the red bus the other day, curiosity got the better of me, and I rode it.
To my chagrin, it didn’t take me home.
It merely took me to the next block,
and several bucks as a payment.
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