There he stands, just feet from his vehicle,
puffing contently, ignoring the wide-eyed
stares from behind the dirty windows.
The passengers are too polite
to tell him to get a move on,
but they think it while looking
fiercely at their watches.
One even sighs quite loudly.
The people at the bus stop make
slow movements towards the bus,
unsure of whether to form a queue
or is that too passive aggressive?
Surely he won't get paid for this?
How could he be so ahead of schedule?
The driver flattens his cigarette
under his foot and steps back into
his driving cubicle. The anger
of the passengers fades as new
faces buy their ticket and take a seat.
The driver pulls out his newspaper.
Ross Sayers is a 22-year-old Creative Writing Masters student at the University of Stirling. He hopes to be a novelist someday, if he can find the time to fit in writing around watching old episodes of The Simpsons.