A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
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I was born on a twin engine bus. I was a sliver of a peanut, actually, smaller than a pup. Early, too. Mama was headed to work that day. They turned the bus around for her—us, I guess—to take us back home. And not just to the stop, either. That pilot put us down right in the port of our very own building. Nanna came up in the lev to meet us and brought a neighbor friend to help carry Mama back down to our apartment.
I told that story in my interview. I thought it would make them remember me, you know? I just said I was born on a bus, I mean, not the stuff about the pilot and his route. I think about that guy sometimes. Or maybe it was a woman. I don’t know. He must have been fired, though. He probably made six, seven hundred people late that day, the day I was born. Someone must have called for his head, right? Some must have contacted the office and demanded it. And restitution maybe. Every story has an underside.
It just seems unlikely, right, that seven hundred people—with their own worries, their own dusty shoes and bills and overdues and precarious jobs—that that many people could all root for the same thing, right?
Anyway, sometimes I think about that when I’m flying my own bus now. I don’t know what I’d do in reality, but it’s easy enough if I set the scene the way I want it. I mean, what if there were cheers? Excited voices so loud I could hear them in the pit. What if all those people forgot about their time clocks for a bit and gave up a holler for a mama and her peanut? What if a gman with his sleeves rolled up and a tossed-aside briefcase leaned over and pushed the call button to narrate for me. “It’s a girl!” he’s shout. And I’d get on the IC and tell everyone, “Let’s get this baby home!” and a new cheer would erupt. I’d be a hero, you know? I’d be remembered. Yeah, I think about that a lot.