A miscellany of brightly colour lights flashed past the window, strongly contrasting the inky night sky. For a Saturday night, the bus was quiet, there was only two or three other people here. We all seemed focused on the view. As I rested my head against the window, the condensation was cold and seemed to numb the side of my face. The icy mist blurred the picturesque view of the well illuminated city. I was blinded by the casino signs displaying every colour imaginable, streetlights glowing amber and flat windows emitting slightly different shades of white.
I always hated this route. It passed where it happened. The haunting memories of that day still live in my head, rent-free.
The thunder boomed fiercely, the lightening flashed vividly, the wind whipped past us. The wind howled down the alleys like wolves. Dull flickers from one of the nearby streetlights was the only lighting. Since we had left the club, we had only seen a few people. There seemed an absence of people for a Friday night. We all heard the distant hum of a car, possibly travelling fast. Well, all except one. The same high-pitched discordant screech of car brakes still rings in my head now. Along with the crash as the car hit her and the violent shatter of the windscreen.
I was suddenly back to reality. The bus has stopped, traffic lights I presumed. No one could have stopped the accident. It happened too fast for anyone to realise and we had all had too much to drink anyhow. Her death broke the friendship. We slowly spoke less frequently and rarely met until we stopped talking all together.
Someone behind me gently tapped my shoulder and I realised we weren’t moving. The man was sat alone, smartly dressed. I thought I recognised him but I wasn’t sure where from. When I turned to face him, he stated,
‘I thought you usually get off a few stops back’
I panicked, looking through the window to realise I must have missed my stop reliving the accident. As I left the bus I looked up, the stars in the sky seems so systematic. A flash of blue caught my eye in the distance; noticeably different to that of the bright white room lights in the distance and amber coloured street lights. No wonder we had been waiting so long, there had been accident.
