When it is Not Time

Photo prompt (c) Roger Bultot

When it is Not Time

Words 98

“Time!” The conductor called.

Passengers trickled out the roadside joint.

Time!” He banged the bus.

Stragglers hurried.

The driver revved the engine.

“Wait! My daughter is in the washroom.”

“The mountain roads are treacherous and it’s getting dark.”

“Please wait just 5 minutes!”

“Take the next bus.”

The bus began rolling.

Protesting, the man exited with his luggage.

The bus roared away showering him with dust.

“Papa! Our bus…”

“The Royal Highnesses. Always late. My rotten kismet.” He alternately cursed them and bemoaned his fate.

Until news came – their bus had fallen into a gorge.

There were no survivors.


Note: Based on a ‘real’ incident I heard as a child.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the irresistible challenge and Roger Bultot for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by the prompt or add your own click here.

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