From San Francisco: “A chance encounter on the ‘old 55-Sacramento,’” by Davy

“You would’ve been a star.” (Read the whole story here.)

From NYC: “An Unscheduled Bus Stop,” by Ellen Diamond

A pleasant-faced woman climbed up the steps, leaned over, kissed the driver on the mouth and stepped off again... (Read the whole story here.)

From Portland: “My Interloper,” by Nicareeno

A car slowed on the far side of the street.  The driver rolled down the window and waved at me.

"I have to talk to you."

(Read the whole story here.)

From Walnut Grove, Alabama: “Meow,” by Tom Brandon

It turned out the Pop-Tart was a payoff, a bribe; my good reputation had been compromised for a place in the front of the line. (Read the whole story here.)

From Provo: “He Finally Got Me,” by BUSNINJA

He finally achieved what hundreds of toddlers before him had achieved, but he had only dreamed about. He pulled the cord when I wasn't paying attention. (Read the whole story here.)