TITLE: The Girl In The Yellow Bus
GENRE: General Fiction
The fusion of rotting earth and budding lilacs was intoxicating as I watched them haul away my childhood home.
I squinted against the slanting sun, which found pleasure at taunting me through bony branches not yet full with spring. The back-up beep of the monstrous tow truck drowned out songbirds I knew were watching nearby. Loyal friends, reliable neighbors. Their sweet voices had sung me to sleep and awoken me for school until the day I had to quit. What songs would they choose to sing on a day like this?
Men wearing plaid shirts and tall rubber boots worked feverishly to secure the old yellow bus. A few moments later it was gone, disappearing around a bend in the road like a faded setting sun.
I waited until the work crew had gone before I trespassed down the trodden path that served as a driveway for the past thirty five years, ironic since my family never owned a car.
A few minutes later the sound of a car door startled me in the absence of diesel engines.
I didn’t bother to glance over my shoulder. They’d already written the story about a poor family forced to move into an old yellow bus. But they didn’t know the half of it.
Only when I heard the familiar telephone voice of Scott Thomas, the tax collector for the town of Promise, did I turn around. I’ve always found the name Promise to be a farce. As far as I could tell there clearly wasn’t any.