Bus ride

While the driver is finishing his cigarette outside, the passengers steadily assemble inside. Glad they don't have to stand up for the whole bus ride. The bus driver inhales for a last time, piercing his lips as though he were to say "We'll meet again, my love, but now the battlefield is waiting."

The engine lights up, the rays of sunlight burn away the fleeding shadows. The midsummer bus roars its way through the concrete jungle, carrying blood, flesh and bones in its womb. A protective warrior mother, safety is her first concern. Red light, left turn, four wheel drive and cubic buildings; all are devious tricks to startle the balance. But as she is approaching her safe haven, the lighter's silversmooth reflection falls in the eye as the symphony of coins falls into the ear.

"Darling, I'm home again."