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ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 49 | volume IX | July-August, 2006



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Blesok no. 49July-August, 2006
Prose

Bus

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Eduard Pranger

(Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord. – Romans 12:19)

    From the mosk to the bus stop takes ten minutes of easy walk. Bus stop was crowded as usual in that time of the day. I could, by the faces of the people waiting, tell who was setting off to work and who was on the way home after a nightshift. Sometimes, watching those tired faces amused me. I read somewhere long ago, that by careful observation you can pretty accurately guess what people do. What is their occupation? That, while waiting for the bus, was my favourite game.
    There were around ten people waiting on the bus stop, most of them women. Two teenage girls were looking at the handsome young man standing near by. They were giggling loudly and whispering while staring in his direction. He was obviously aware of the attention, but being few years older, he arrogantly pretended not to notice them.
    It was a start of the ancient game of seduction, which will be countlessly repeated in future by the girls and the young man. Call of nature in practice, I’d say. Standing next to them was an older gentleman in a dark suit holding a walking stick. Late sixties, greying hair, he looked as if his Rolls Royce has just broken down and he was forced to use the public transport. The expression of disgust on his face was intensifying by the immature behaviour of the two teenagers. He kept looking at his watch, adjusting his bow tie and leaning to look in the direction of the expected bus. Banker, I reckoned. Little further away a young woman, her hands full of carrier bags, was struggling with two five, six, year old girls.
    They were trying to get out of her grasp but she held on to them tight.
    The bus was not coming and they were getting loud and restless. Powerless, she was politely and patiently in a low voice, telling them to calm down.
    Leaning on the railings a young couple was kissing and embracing, oblivious to everything. Lost in time and space they did not care for the crowd or the wait. I had a feeling they will miss the next and several subsequent busses.
    Not even a meter from me, two young guys dressed in army cadets






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