The Last Bus

Tonight I took the last bus home.

It was late and trying to catch the connecting train seemed impossible. The bus was not empty yet not full. Chatters were heard among the loud engine sounds as the bus travelled on the road slowly. Slowly it went, past the buildings and up the expressway. It travelled in a constant speed as it was the last bus and it won’t be nice if someone missed the last bus, right? I glanced through the window as the views changed and smiled. If only all the rides are like this…

Tonight I took the last bus home. What about you?