you work really late most nights and tonight was no different. you’re used to the night bus being almost completely empty, the occasional homeless person or runaway teen is the most company you get on your night ride home.

tonight the bus is completely empty, just you and the bus driver. that is until a chick in her early 30’s gets on the bus. she sits near the front of the bus, not casting you a second glance. the woman has a backpack, which she discards to the floor. when she does, what looks like black hair spills out from where the zipper wasn’t quite closed. she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care but you can’t help but wonder what’s in the bag.