Changing Bus

Bre dipped her makeup sponge into the green foundation.

Alicia sat in the aisle seat, her Dorothy costume packed inside the garment bag folded atop her lap. “Oh, I was just gonna change in the bathroom at the depot.”

Bre dabbed her cheeks. A large man in a cowboy hat walking sideways down the aisle smiled a gap-toothed grin at her emerald complexion. He kneed the back of her chair as he flopped into the window seat behind her. Bre rolled her eyes. “I’ll be the wicked witch before we even get to Tijuana.”

word count: 94


© Ron Pruitt
© Ron Pruitt

This piece of flash fiction is in response to this week’s photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers. It’s been quite some time since my last Friday Fictioneers post. I’m happy to return on such a special week: Rochelle’s 3-year-anniversary as facilitator. Congratulations Rochelle!

13 thoughts on “Changing Bus

  1. Dear Nortina,

    Whether bus or plane, we’ve probably all been kneed in the back. Since I’m 5-foot-nothing I’m never the perpetrator. 😉 Delightful little story in less than a hundred.

    Thank you for the congrats. It’s sometimes a wild ride and I’m happy to have you aboard.



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  2. I’m tall and sympathize with the guy. Many of these buses have very little leg room. It gets worse when these people in front of you move their backrests back. Ouch. They get my knees in their backs often. Love the wicked witch although she’d probably curse me. 🙂

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    1. As a short person who loves to let the seat back, we might not get along on the bus, haha! Although I’m not the lie in your lap kind of recliner, so maybe your knees (and my back) won’t be abused too much! 🙂

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      1. Hehe. No, a little leaning back, with a politely asked, do you mind? is perfectly ok. And ramming one’s knees into the back unprovoked is rude, too. Maybe we should sit next to each other. 🙂

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