The Bus


Copyright Ron Pruitt


Sarah finds herself slipping into darkness again. Saree and Serge disappear.

She finds herself coming to, but now she is walking up to the bus stop. What the hell? I am so confused!

She surveys the bus. It is the one she takes to work every morning and she is indeed dressed for work.

She boards the bus with the other passengers and lays her head back on the seat and closes her eyes. She dozes off. The nightmare of Saree and Serge reclaims her.

“Sarah wake up, what is wrong with you?” Saree’s voice again. NO! IT’S NOT POSSIBLE!


In case you are wondering, I wrote a serial story and something went wrong so I am separating the pieces and hope they  make more sense as singles. 


About Tessa

My name is Tessa Dean and I am an author and blogger. My writing styles vary and I love writing using prompts. I am also writing my first book, a Memoir entitled "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife".  This is being published on the blog rather than the traditional way. I am putting up chapters as I go along. I keep my blog filled with useful content, stories, and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. I have also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. I also wrote a series of articles on Bipolar Disorder for IBPF (International Bipolar Foundation). I am in my 60’s and disabled which allows me plenty of time to write to my heart’s content. I live in southern New Jersey and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is a Sargent in the United States Marine Corps.
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