That night will forever be burned in my mind.
The smell of my dad, spitting tobacco through his gap-toothed grin, and talking about how those soda cans don’t deserve to be deactivated. He had a much more sinister fate in mind for the passengers of that bus.
I find it funny how life’s little quirks often throw a wrench in even the best or worst of plans.
The control, sent a charge to the explosive under the bridge. The fireworks flung the bus like, a child blowing on an eyelash.
I would have heard some slurs about soda machines or vibrators, or whatever the unintelligent like to use to make themselves feel superior, if I had not been so close to the blast.
The bus flipped and an angel, hit me body to body, throwing us both into the underbrush. As we flew I noticed her perfect auburn hair, complete with a tiny scar, right below her ponytail.
When her mellifluous voice asked my name, it drowned out the sounds of rednecks cheering, robots on fire, and sirens approaching as I answered, “Romeo and you would be?”