She gasped, pulling her hand back. It was solid. She tried again. Solid. But for a second, it hadn't been. It was like reality was glitching.
The bus pulled away from the curb. Danielle reached into her bag and pulled out her book. She looked at the page she had dog-eared hours ago. She closed the book and put it away. danielle renae bus
She pressed her palm to the cold glass. Outside, neon signs bled into puddles. The bus groaned, shifted gears, and for one impossible moment, Danielle Renae felt like a verb in motion—not going to , but through . She gasped, pulling her hand back
She surged toward the front. "Earl! Brake!" and for one impossible moment
She gasped, pulling her hand back. It was solid. She tried again. Solid. But for a second, it hadn't been. It was like reality was glitching.
The bus pulled away from the curb. Danielle reached into her bag and pulled out her book. She looked at the page she had dog-eared hours ago. She closed the book and put it away.
She pressed her palm to the cold glass. Outside, neon signs bled into puddles. The bus groaned, shifted gears, and for one impossible moment, Danielle Renae felt like a verb in motion—not going to , but through .
She surged toward the front. "Earl! Brake!"