Literature
God
I sat impatiently on the bus as it made it's way through the streets, it seemed like the driver was really taking his sweet time today, like he was enjoying the sights or having a leisurely Sunday drive, not that he could have either of those exactly, not with the fog outside thicker than pea soup, and it being more of a busy Friday morning than a lazy Sunday afternoon. The fact that the bus finally turned up fifteen minutes late only aggravated me further, I mean the buses in this town are always late, but this is pretty bad even by their standards, and especially on today of all days. I sat there, tapping my fingers on the window next to me