Click: Deep Dark Suburbs

It is two o’clock in the morning. Todd is waiting at the bus stop deep in the dark suburbs. Icicles hanging off his shivering nose.

He is waiting with an old man, a woman, a security guard, three Russians, and a man cheerfully shouting Tequila scented nonsense into his phone as he wanders back and forth along the sidewalk. Waiting for the bus to come.

And here comes a firetruck.

A red and orange firetruck waiting for the light to change.

And the man hangs up his phone, lights a cigarette and saunters halfway across the street.

Stops.

Turns.

Looks right and left, and hops on the back. Holds on tight! And the firetruck?

Zooms… away.

Photo Kriisi