the wheels on the bus, no. 1
There were a lot of old ladies today, sitting quietly, purses in laps, looking straight ahead. One mom, three kids running up and down the aisle, one clutched to her sagging chest and screaming. The littlest girl gets caught in the lurch and thrown down on her face. She lays there, arms splayed, head cocked back to look at her mother, her mouth open in a silent scream.