The Bus-stop (teaser)

The bus pulled over by the bus-stop. It was the last chartered stop. The door opened and little Tiffiny alighted from the bus. She was humming a tune she just learned from school. She waved goodbye to her friend, Ginny. The bus driver turned the vehicle round and went back the way he came from.

Now Tiffiny was all alone at the bus-stop that was smacked right in the middle of a 27-km two-way road. Parallel to the road on the same side of the bus-stop was a 100-acre farmland with huge plants lined up in an almost regimental fashion. On the opposite side of the road lay a vast amount of beige sand that stretched the entire the coastline of the deep blue sea. There was nothing else in sight.

The girl sat on the bench, still feeling tremendously happy with her first-day experience in school. She couldn’t wait to share her joy with her father. He was coming to fetch her home from the bus-stop before heading for their little cottage at the end of the road. He had checked the bus schedule and knew exactly the time to pick his girl up from the bus-stop.

The five-year-old looked at her watch. It was six in the evening. She pulled out her favourite storybook from her bag and started reading it. She was oblivious to the familiar surrounding environment that was characterised by dead silence and stale air. Her mind was preoccupied with thrill.

Almost 3 km away, the father was cycling on the straight road, whistling a melody. He was busy working as a site supervisor at a construction ground during the day. He was looking forward to seeing Tiffiny, especially it was her first day at school. She was the only one he had in the family after his wife had died from breast cancer. If he had a choice, he would have accompanied his girl in school. His boss had wanted him to be present at work for an emergency meeting in the morning.

Soon, the bus-stop came into sight. His heart pounded pleasingly as he saw Tiffiny. Just as he picked up pace, his bicycle ran over a small stone. He lost his balance and fell off the bicycle. Fortunately, he was not hurt. He hauled the bicycle up and jumped onto it. As he lifted his head, his blood ran cold. His daughter was not at the bus-stop.

(i’m not entirely sure where this is heading, but i knew i had to write it. pardon me if i can’t finish it soon. i might not have the time honestly. you can throw me some ideas if you don’t mind.)

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  1. Perhaps the bang on his head shook his mind back to a similar incident when he was a kid – but he doesn’t realise that he has moved back in time yet. Or maybe he’s really unconscious and his brain alone is doing the seeing and remembering??
    Well you did ask!
    Cheers.

  2. You have to continue, C.S.! This is a big teaser. Please, find the time for it. 🙂
    To me, it somehow has the feel of the Japanese ghost stories, like the ones collected by Lafcadio Hearn.

  3. that’s a wonderful idea, psychmum! thank you! 🙂

    i’ll do it, Vesper. and i’ll check out Lafcadio Hearn. thanks! 😉

  4. hello! i realise you’ve linked me, so I’m stopping by to give a wave. 🙂

  5. I agree with Vesper, you have to continue, you can’t leave us hanging like that!

  6. it’s great to see you here, Dancing Red Heels!

    Vanilla, now you’ve given me more incentive to carry on telling the tale. look out for it. 😉


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