On the Bus is a chain story that does not rely on any previous or incoming chapters. Each submission is considered stand alone and only relates to the others via the bus.
The bus driver was about to close the door and pull away when one last passenger stumbled up the steps and held out a ticket. Grabbing the ticket the driver tore off one of the stubs and handed the remainder to the ragged man who shoved it into the pocket of his threadbare raincoat. He then began walking down the narrow aisle toward the back of the bus.
As the man moved slowly past each successive row the other passengers began to tense up and fidget as he approached, in some cases actually sliding to an aisle seat to block him from sitting next to them. Several passengers fanned their faces and frowned, some even held their nose after he passed.
He finally found an empty pair of seats and sat down, ignoring the two passengers in adjacent seat rows getting up to move to other seats. Unbuttoning his raincoat he folded it in half and placed it in a bin above his seat. He then sat down running his hand down his face, his fingers carefully running down the jagged line of a fresh scar. As his hand reached his chin he ran his palm over the three day stubble dislodging some dried food and bits of lint to fall onto his lap.
Brushing off his lap, something that alarmed several passengers, he leaned back, put his head against the window and closed his eyes. Soon his breathing calmed and he fell asleep. Only then did many of the passengers relax and let themselves close their own eyes.
The bus continued westward into the night and one by one most of the passengers fell asleep. In spite of the apprehension the trip continued without incident. The driver glanced at his watch and then checked his gas gauge. Looking at a passing exit sign it appeared he was confirming he had enough gas to reach his next stopping point.