Maria held the mint between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Letting it stick, she felt a slight rise of panic as the menthol oozed and tickled. She knocked it back down and let it rattle against her teeth, laughing into the window that she leaned her forehead against. It was the little things that were going to get her through today. The little things, she thought, as she let out a sigh through her nose. The air steamed up the window. And just like that, the world began to ache again.
The bus seemed to be on a slow crawl. As always, the minute it hit Central, the vehicle had joined a slew of others in this annoying every day occurrence. She wondered what would happen if there were no cars, or buses or trains. What would the world be like if everyone walked? Would we communicate more? Or hate each other more as the sea of bodies caused us to shuffle along, slowly like a mob after a football game. The thoughts exhausted her, especially as she had been on the bus for over an hour now; imagine being on foot from the outskirts of London.
The bus seemed to be on a slow crawl. As always, the minute it hit Central, the vehicle had joined a slew of others in this annoying every day occurrence. She wondered what would happen if there were no cars, or buses or trains. What would the world be like if everyone walked? Would we communicate more? Or hate each other more as the sea of bodies caused us to shuffle along, slowly like a mob after a football game. The thoughts exhausted her, especially as she had been on the bus for over an hour now; imagine being on foot from the outskirts of London.
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