Sunday, May 15, 2016

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.)


Sunday, May 8, 2016

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.)


Sunday, May 1, 2016

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.)


Sunday, April 24, 2016

From Berkeley, California: “Five kinds of people you see on the bus,” by Isabela Reid


If you’re not lame enough to walk to class, hipster enough to have a bike, SoCal enough to skateboard or rich enough to have a hover board, odds are you take the good ol’ 51B. (Read more here.)


Sunday, April 17, 2016

From San Francisco: “Bus Report #910,” by Rachel


The sense of smell is a powerful thing: I was instantly transported back in time, to weekends with my whole extended family... (Read the whole story here.)