Prompts = Bus, Society, Near
The ties that bind; all the grasping tendrils society uses to enslave free individuals. I’m tired; time to burn bridges.
With a bus ticket, a few dollars left in my pocket, and essential gear in a backpack, it’s time to move to a remote haven.
I sit next to the window, looking at nothing, waiting for the journey to begin.
Someone sits next to me. Close. Too near for comfort. I glance over. He has that look I see in the mirror all too often.
Companions on a journey of self-discovery, we found the destination within each other.
