Everyone was taken aback when they discovered why a dog suddenly and unexpectedly started rushing alongside the bus as it was on its regular route.
It took the same path each morning. Line 318 is the yellow bus. The driver was a composed individual who consistently arrived on time. There was no traffic or mayhem as the route wound through vast fields, straight and peaceful. Most of the passengers were the same: some were heading to work, some were running errands in town, and some were just taking in the scenery and enjoying the journey.
It was all the same. Soft music was playing on the radio, and the driver’s face seemed comfortable. The morning was clear and the sun was shining. While some people fell asleep, others engaged in idle conversation or browsed the news on their phones.
