I rode to and from work on the short bus today.

(There’s a bus that shuttles people around on the base, but it’s normally a full-sized bus. It had been parked off to the side today. Fuel effiency? Not a lot of people in the office today.)

It smelled terrible, as if someone had been raising chickens on it. Recently. I looked under the seats, but it seemed clean, except for the single bloodied feather stuck to the bottom of my shoe, and the mysterious clucking sound coming over the loudspeakers from whence one would normally hear “The Star-Spangled Banner.”