Yates knew more about what he didn't want than about what he did want. For that reason, he opted for the bus stop on the shady side of the street not caring which bus would come along to collect him. At least he was out of the sun. No one had followed him out of the hospital so he assumed he would have several hours before I.A.D. would be alerted. The bus that finally arrived took him in the direction of West Los Angeles.
Yates realized he was getting curious stares from the other bus riders. Just you try taking a shotgun blast to the chest and face and see how good you look, he thought to tell them. Instead, he asked, "Anyone got some extra meds they can spare?" That ended any interest they may have had in Yates.
The thousand dollars had been a surprise. How the cash had come to be in his pants pocket was a mystery to Yates, but one he did not lose time stewing over. Five minutes after making the discovery, he was out the door never to return. Hopefully. The droning and the rhythmic bouncing of the bus lulled Yates into what he thought was a light sleep. Therefore, he was surprised to open his eyes to discover that the bus had come to a halt and the bus driver bending over him.
"Hey, mister, you're buddy's here to get you," the driver said shaking Yates shoulder causing him incredible pain.
"What buddy?" Yates asked while failing in his attempt to brush away the driver's grasp.
"This here one!" came the response from behind the driver. A face peered around offering an exuberant smile.
It was Clive.
Yates realized he was getting curious stares from the other bus riders. Just you try taking a shotgun blast to the chest and face and see how good you look, he thought to tell them. Instead, he asked, "Anyone got some extra meds they can spare?" That ended any interest they may have had in Yates.
The thousand dollars had been a surprise. How the cash had come to be in his pants pocket was a mystery to Yates, but one he did not lose time stewing over. Five minutes after making the discovery, he was out the door never to return. Hopefully. The droning and the rhythmic bouncing of the bus lulled Yates into what he thought was a light sleep. Therefore, he was surprised to open his eyes to discover that the bus had come to a halt and the bus driver bending over him.
"Hey, mister, you're buddy's here to get you," the driver said shaking Yates shoulder causing him incredible pain.
"What buddy?" Yates asked while failing in his attempt to brush away the driver's grasp.
"This here one!" came the response from behind the driver. A face peered around offering an exuberant smile.
It was Clive.
More to follow...
Copyright 2009 Stephen Mitchell
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