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Opening: Keith pulled his cap further down on his head and pushed himself forward in line as the bus began boarding for Chicago. He avoided looking at the other passengers as he walked down the aisle to find a seat. Although it was four days before Christmas, the bus was not as crowded with holiday travelers as he’d expected.
His mind was racing. His heart was racing. All he could think about was leaving Atlanta, and the trauma he endured, behind.
He found a seat in the rear and flopped down with his back to the window. He put his feet up in the seat so that no one would sit next to him, pulled a Walkman from his tattered backpack, and slapped in a tape. He pressed the play button and began to lose himself in the driving pulse of the music while taking note of his fellow travelers. There were several older people and a couple of single women with small children, a hand full of teenagers, and a pregnant woman with whom Keith assumed was her husband when he spied the diamond on her ring finger. |
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