Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.
This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.
You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.
If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.
I’m not a total people-phobe, just the weird ones who tell me they’re extra-terrestrial.
Theres nothing better than a quiet bus ride; just me, an old lady with her small, fluffball dog, and a man in a suit at the back with a newspaper over his face whilst he tries to grab a nap.
The weather isn’t great, but I like watching the tracks the rain makes on the filthy windows.
The bus slows to let a passenger on. This bus stop has no shelter, just a pathetic sign, and even then you have to wave your hand to ensure the driver sees you. Luckily, for this chap, the old lady and her dog are getting off and rang the bell. There’s not another bus on this route for three hours.
The man steps up to pay, and I’m taken aback by his presence. He’s over six foot, broad shouldered, and in all black, combat-type clothes.
He shakes rain out of his hair and scours the bus, his eyes coming to rest on me. Something like recognition lights his face. “Oh, good, you did get on this bus.”
Who the hell is he talking to? I Look behind me, half expecting to see someone there. Nope, just me. I look back to the man, and he takes this as an invitation to come and sit with me. Out of all the seats in this near empty bus he picks the one right beside me.
“They said you usually catch the early bus,” he continues on.
“Tom and Kelsa told me your morning routine. ”
I’m seriously confused. “I think you have the wrong person. I don’t know a Tom or Kelsa.”
Now, it’s the stranger’s turn to look perplexed. He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. “No wonder they were keen for me to bring you in. Its difficult enough as it is for initiates, but to not know a thing…”
Initiate? This is bizarre, and he is clearly unstable. I slowly get to my feet, gently nudging his knees aside to skirt passed him. “You have the wrong person.”
He grabs my elbow and glances back at the sleeping man to make sure he’s still oblivious. “You have a weird birthmark on the base of your spine, right?” he whispers.
I tear my arm away from the man. “How do you know that?” I hiss under my breath. “What are you, some kind of stalker?”
He laughs now. “Don’t flatter yourself. I know of your birthmark because I have one too, so does Tom and Kelsa. You are like us, Jilly. We’re… extra-terrestrial.”
Oh, God, this crazy man knows my name. “I am not like you, because unlike you I am not unhinged.”
Pushing him aside, I ring the bell and wait for the doors to open. I’m still a good four miles from home, but I’ll call a taxi if I need be.
“Do not follow me!” I warn him.
He holds his hands up in surrender. “If Klark was still alive you’d know who you truly are,” he calls after me.
The doors close and the rain pelts on me as his words fully sink in. He mentioned Dad. I spin back toward the bus as it pulls away. The stranger watches me through the streaky glass. Something in his face says ‘now I know I’ve got your attention’.
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