It
was the kind of afternoon that stirred madness from the bottom like a spoon. The knife went in with blood like words forced out of opened mouths. Passengers thought of escape waiting for God or something quick. They did not move (the driver's face looked unfamiliar). When everything was safe the passengers discussed their plans which were too late (he had a knife). They would come home with an interesting story to tell.
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